| Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been?
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| Little pieces blowing' gently on the wind
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| They have flown down California
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| They have landed in L. A
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| Little pieces slowly settling on the waves
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| I’m one of a million pieces fallen on the ground
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| It’s one of the reasons when we say goodbye
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| We’ll still come around
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| We will come around
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| I have waited for tomorrow from December ‘til today
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| And I have started loving sorrow along the way
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| I am calling from some city
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| And I won’t be there too long
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| Well, I could wait and I could waste away
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| But what comes back is I hear you say we’re gone
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| For all of the times that I go spinning up and down
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| When all of the things have died between us
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| Well, we’ll still come around
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| We will come around
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| After I’ve been missing for a while
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| And you hear that summer’s song
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| Haven’t all the fading lines lingered on?
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| What I know is: she’s going
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| When you know it, it’s alright
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| So you put yourself between you and your pride
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| If you wait for what’s coming
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| And you listen to her lies
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| Then she’ll say the things you need to hear
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| And the only one who’ll disappear is you
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| And one of the million lies she said
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| Is «All of the things you love are dead.»
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| But I’ve seen what she thinks is love
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| And it leaves me laughing so we’ll still come around |