| You pack my bags I feel already gone
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| I’ve had to watch your silent face moving round the house
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| It’s been several days, you can really shut me out
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| I draw up my thoughts to find a way to say
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| Something mending us, you shrug and then you turn away
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| You pack my bags I feel already gone
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| It’s like you pushed me with your hand and I was pointing forward
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| I could’ve been blindfold and I’d know where the door was
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| I had to step aside, I had to be perfect
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| I had to hold your hand anticipate and second guess
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| And would you wipe it out with that much distaste
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| Take it from your heart, the hands, the lips, the mouth, the taste
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| It is more than hurt I can’t communicate
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| What you leave me with the ache, the ache, the ache
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| You pack my bags I feel already gone
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| Like the countries that seem to shuffle into war
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| The way its lining up baby we’ve been here before
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| We never took the time for no diplomacy
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| How am I supposed to know what you’re not telling me
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| When I’m standing here with my rugged choir
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| You can’t hurt me now I’m holding all the wires
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| Calling down to you with a grateful sigh
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| Thank you baby, you have sent me high
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| You pack my bags I feel already gone
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| Already gone already gone
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| Yeah I’m gone
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| You pack my bags and now I’m gone
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| Now I’m gone… |