| Gone for a while
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| And then blink and revile
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| My old habits get confused
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| They’ve been placating my mood
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| And selling me cheap solitude
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| But I’ve run out of reasons to pay
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| 'Cause I know you care
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| And I’ve grown so tired of not being there
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| And I know you care
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| So I’m cutting off familiar happenings
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| Conjuring up my melancholy
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| No that can’t go on
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| Certain my sadness was necessary
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| Oh I’ve been so wrong
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| And all that distance that I dispatch won’t ever help me feel less alone
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| Stop all that dark and senseless brooding
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| Sing a different song
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| Don’t get dramatic, this ain’t the movies
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| Turn the camera off
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| Yeah, all that acting seemed fun at first
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| But I’ve been playing this role for too long
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| Conjuring up our melancholy
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| No that can’t go on
|
| Certain our sadness was necessary
|
| Oh we’ve been so wrong
|
| And all that distance that we dispatch won’t ever help us feel less alone
|
| Stop all that dark and senseless brooding
|
| Sing a different song
|
| Don’t get dramatic, this ain’t the movies
|
| Turn the camera off
|
| Yeah, all that acting seemed fun at first
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| But we’ve been playing this role for too long |