| I didn’t make it to the airport
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| I won’t be there when you land
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| I hope that you don’t think that I was faking sick to get in your head
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| I didn’t make it to your birthday
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| Blew out the candles alone
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| I sent you a letter to make it all better
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| But no piece of paper replaces those nights at home
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| I’m sorry I can’t help that I’m never there
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| I know sometimes I act that I couldn’t care
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| I promise that I miss you
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| These teeth just can’t be lied through
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| I’ll be back in your bed soon, your front room
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| But in the morning I’ll have to go
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| I didn’t make it to the goodbye, or when your bags hit the floor
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| You unpacked your clothes over the floor alone
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| Wait for a knock on the door
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| I’m sorry I can’t help that I’m never there
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| I know sometimes I act that I couldn’t care
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| I promise that I miss you
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| These teeth just can’t be lied through
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| I’ll be back in your bed soon, your front room
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| But in the morning I’ll have to go
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| Oh, oh, sometimes I think I’m better off alone
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| I hate myself and all my skin and bone
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| You’ll be so much better off
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| And I’ll just be more hollow
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| Oh, oh, sometimes I think I’m better off alone
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| I hate myself and all my skin and bone
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| You’ll be so much better off
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| And I’ll just be more hollow
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| Oh, oh, sometimes I think I’m better off alone
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| I hate myself and all my skin and bone
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| You’ll be so much better off
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| And I’ll just be more hollow
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| Oh, oh, sometimes I think I’m better off alone
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| I hate myself and all my skin and bone
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| Sorry that you didn’t know
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| You’ll be so much better off
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| And I’ll just be more hollow |