| Tell me this, could it be suddenly
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| I’m not like I once used to be
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| And I was all that I had
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| Which wasn’t all much in the end
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| And this head, this heart
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| Was breaking apart by the start
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| So long, im gone
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| If this wasn’t your plan, what was it then
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| To leave me like this, I can’t understand
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| The point of all that you’ve done with your time
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| In pictures your mine
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| Lift your head, out of bed and realize
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| That everything else is a lie
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| And when you wake will you say
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| «what was i doing that day»
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| And this head, this heart
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| Was breaking apart by the start
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| So long, im gone
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| If this wasn’t your plan, what was it then
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| To leave me like this, I can’t understand
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| The point of all that you’ve done with your time
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| In pictures your mine
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| Did you know when you go
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| There is nothing here left of me
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| Did you know when you go
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| You take everything
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| Tell me this, could it be suddenly
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| I’m not like I once used to be
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| And I was all that I had
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| If this wasn’t your plan, what was it then
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| To leave me like this, I can’t understand
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| The point of all that you’ve done with your time
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| In pictures your mine
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| Your mine. |