| I saw you in my sleep last night
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| Chasing after me, riding my first bike
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| Looking back, so mad you let go
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| Falling down, scraped knees
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| Graveled palms, standing there all alone
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| Your hands let go
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| Why did you have to leave? |
| I know there’s a reason
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| Chasing new love
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| Now you’re someone I’m never gonna know
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| So sick of watching you running
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| So sick of grieving your loss
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| I used to pray that the summer sun
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| Could warm your bones and pull out all the drugs
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| I’m sorry mother
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| I know what you feel when you’re alone
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| Spent all those years fighting for love
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| But all it fueled was addiction
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| Your hands let go
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| Why did you have to leave? |
| I know there’s a reason
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| Chasing new love
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| Now you’re someone I’m never gonna know
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| So sick of watching you running
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| So sick of grieving your loss
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| I used to pray that the summer sun
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| Could warm your bones and pull out all the drugs
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| See all the wrong you’ve done
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| 'Cause it’s been three years and I’m still stuck inside your wake
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| I sat by the door
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| And I waited for you to come home, but you never came
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| But you never came
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| Do you still hear my younger voice? |
| So raspy and pained
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| Guess you’ll never hear it nowadays
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| It’s such a shame, oh well
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| It’s a goddamn shame
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| So sick of watching you running
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| So sick of grieving your loss
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| You were my chrysanthemum, but all went wrong
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| You faded away like dust
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| 'Cause it’s been three years and I’m still stuck inside your wake
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| I sat by the door
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| And I waited for you to come home, but you never came
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| But you never came |