| Lost on my own
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| In search of something real
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| How cruel to be exposed
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| To everything that I can’t touch but still feel
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| How’d I end up here?
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| So uncomfortable
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| I’m a stranger in this body
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| The world’s an ugly place
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| And that’s a fact that fate has brought me
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| I had to disappear
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| So will it all just go away
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| Now the end is drawing near
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| And God I wish she would’ve stayed
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| It cuts deep cause our lives are still attached
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| A deadly touch spreads an itch that can’t be scratched
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| Sometimes I wish it would all just fade to black
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| I won’t go back
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| Now I’m lost on my own
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| In search of something real
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| How cruel to be exposed
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| To everything that I can’t touch but still feel
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| Lost on my own
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| They’ll never understand
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| How tragic to suppose
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| That I almost held the world in my hands
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| A captive beauty queen
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| So untouchable
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| In a town that has disowned me
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| Nice guys finish last
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| And that’s a fact that she has shown me
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| He made the cut but she deserves a better man
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| I won’t rust like the liars and letterman
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| Hedge my bets 'cause it can’t hurt to pretend
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| Until the end
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| Now I’m lost on my own
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| In search of something real
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| How cruel to be exposed
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| To everything that I can’t touch but still feel
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| Lost on my own
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| They’ll never understand
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| How tragic to suppose
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| That I almost held the world in my hands
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| So tell the town below
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| As death took hold
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| You watched helplessly
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| But to hell with letting go
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| Cause when it snows
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| It falls to you from me
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| It falls to you from me
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| Lost on my own
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| In search of something real
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| How cruel to be exposed
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| To everything that I can’t touch but still feel
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| Lost on my own
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| They’ll never understand
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| How tragic to suppose
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| That I almost held the world in my hands
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| To hell with letting go
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| Cause when it snows
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| It falls to you from me |