| The trees remind me of the Armidale winter
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| Where we used to go for Christmas when mum and dad were still together
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| Is this just everything I’ve been?
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| On the side of a driveway, I don’t fit in
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| I can’t stop second guessing
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| If I don’t fit the puzzle, am I really family?
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| Everybody leaves, skeletons like trees
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| My brittle bones would break if you tried hard enough to break me
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| Hollow in the wind, empty in this skin
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| I know I don’t fit in and I am scared that you’ll replace me
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| It hurts to know I’m still a waste of space in someone’s head
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| I’ll laugh about it till it hurts
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| I’m choking on regret
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| It’s hard to be someone you’re not
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| I can’t be something I’m not
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| If I stay and be a part, will I be missed when I am not?
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| Everybody leaves, skeletons like trees
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| My brittle bones would break if you tried hard enough to break me
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| Hollow in the wind, empty in this skin
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| I know I don’t fit in and I am scared that you’ll replace me
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| But I don’t want to have to leave
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| 'Cause I need some room to breathe
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| If you could tell me now that things would be okay
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| Then I’ll go straight back to sleep
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| One day you’ll cut all your dead flowers
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| I’ll wither now before I get older
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| I’ll wither now before I get older
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| I’ll wither now before I
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| Everybody leaves, skeletons like trees
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| My brittle bones would break if you tried hard enough to break me
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| Hollow in the wind, empty in this skin
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| I know I don’t fit in and I am scared that you’ll replace me |