| One more wasted morning
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| When I could be holding you
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| To my side, somebody stop this joyless joy ride
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| I’m feeling older than my thirty-five years
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| One more cryptic message
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| Thinking that I might end it
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| Oh god, you must have woken up
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| To me saying that it’s all too much
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| I’ll take it easy with the morbid stuff
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| Oh, and honey, I’m worried 'bout you
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| You’re too much to lose
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| You’re all that I have
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| And honey, I’m worried 'bout you
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| Put yourself in my shoes
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| You’re all that I have so please don’t die
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| Wherever you are tonight
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| All these pointless benders
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| With reptilian strangers
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| Oh my god, you’re so naive
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| You’ll leave this world in a drunken heave
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| Who’ll make the arrangements, baby, them or me?
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| Oh, and honey, I’m worried 'bout you
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| You’re too much to lose
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| You’re all that I have
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| And honey, I’m worried 'bout you
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| Put yourself in my shoes
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| You’re all that I have, you’re all that I have
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| You’re all that I have so please don’t die
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| Wherever you are tonight |