| I feel like selling my things*
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| I feel like being alone.
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| Can’t tell if I’m more confused,
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| After I hung up the phone.
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| Glad to hear you’re feeling stronger,
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| And that you’re ready to go.
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| Didn’t know that I was in your way,
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| Thanks for sayin’it now I know.
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| OOOOhhhh
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| So this is how these things go.
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| OOOOOhhh
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| So this is how these things shake out in the end.
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| See the winter settling in,
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| It’s gunna be cold a while.
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| In the winter everything’s scarce,
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| Deep and crisp and heathen
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| This is how it feels to be left standing,
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| To be the one who never did go,
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| This is how it feels to fade in pain,
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| Laid down like aching snow
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| OOOOhhhh
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| You said that I have no proof
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| OOOOhhhh
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| One day you’ll see things different. |