| You got my last five years
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| In a cardboard box
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| With a hallmark card saying
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| you miss me lots
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| Its true
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| I pass the rows of the crows
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| And they laugh it up
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| But the punchline hurts
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| When you pack enough
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| Its true
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| When I’m on my feet
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| But its the same old street
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| Cause its hard for me to finally
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| To see the shades of what we used to be
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| Now what the hell am I supposed to do
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| I’m halve as good and half as bright
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| as stars that shine on me tonight
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| Id probably be sharing them with you
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| Somehow all the colors
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| left except the blue
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| I break through the clouds
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| On a big jet plane
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| But every destination
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| Still looks the same
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| Without you (without you)
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| Without you
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| If only dedication helped
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| Miss you less
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| No matter what I take
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| I just can’t forget about you
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| My world’s degrade
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| And I’ve lost my way
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| Cause its hard for me to finally
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| To see the shades of what we used to be
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| Now what the hell am I supposed to do
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| I’m halve as good and half as bright
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| as stars that shine on me tonight
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| Id probably be sharing them with you
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| Somehow all the colors
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| left except the blue
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| My world’s turn gray
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| I just lost my way
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| Cause its hard for me to finally
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| To see the shades of what we used to be
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| Now what the hell am I supposed to do
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| I’m halve as good and half as bright
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| as stars that shine on me tonight
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| Id probably be sharing them with you
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| Somehow all the colors left
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| Somehow all the colors left
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| Somehow all the colors left
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| Except the blue |