| This old place won’t be the same
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| when the gravestones start to sing your name
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| got a lot of bad habits on the way to fame
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| this old place won’t be the same
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| this old place won’t be the same
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| the mad, mad world wont start to spin
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| until we learn to speak in unison
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| even in church i found a way to sin
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| the mad, mad world won’t start to spin
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| the mad, mad world won’t start to spin
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| and I don’t care anymore
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| here we are at the edge of the world
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| I’ve got a six-string heart filled with diamonds and pearls
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| late night drives, leaving Dayton to God-knows-where
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| I don’t care
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| where we are or where I’ve been
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| I’ve got broken bones, I’m torn from limb to limb
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| I’d give anything just to see your ghost
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| as I drive from the east to the west coast
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| and nothing matters now
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| I’ve got no light to guide me home
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| I’ll learn to live without the name on the gravestone
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| the days go by one by one
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| I scream your name from my lungs
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| your spirit’s here in these songs
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| the days go by one by one
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| I count the days one by one
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| the nights are lost without you here
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| my God, it’s only been a year
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| keep waiting for you to reappear
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| the nights are lost without you here
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| it’s still so strange without you here
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| and I don’t care anymore
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| here we are at the edge of the world
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| I’ve got a six-string heart filled with diamonds and pearls
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| late night drives, leaving Dayton to God-knows-where
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| I don’t care
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| where we are or where I’ve been
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| I’ve got broken bones, I’m torn from limb to limb
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| I’d give anything just to see your ghost
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| as I drive from the east to the west coast
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| and nothing matters now
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| I’ve got no light to guide me home
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| I’ll learn to live without the name on the gravestone |