| Leaving’s easier on the mind than being the one who’s left behind
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| And I’m reminded every time I call
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| Past waterfalls and southern drawls
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| Back bus bunks and concert halls
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| It all seems hollow seen through just one pair of eyes
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| So don’t you worry, Ladybug
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| I miss you like a metaphor
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| I won’t say what’s been said before
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| Or make a promise I can’t keep
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| Don’t you worry, Ladybug
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| I’ll come home home like a simile
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| 'Cause no amount of imagery can measure up to you
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| I may see some crazy shit and sometimes I’ll seem full of it
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| And I may be a thousand miles away
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| But I’m always with you, I’m always with you
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| Even with no body to give you
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| My mind it stays behind to see you through your day
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| So don’t you worry, Ladybug
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| I miss you like a metaphor
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| I won’t say what’s been said before
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| Or make a promise I can’t keep
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| Don’t you worry, Ladybug
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| I’ll come home home like a simile
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| 'Cause no amount of imagery can measure up to you
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| I don’t believe in destiny and yet this path in front of me
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| Is one I feel I have no choice but to take
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| And one day I’ll bring you along
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| ‘Cause right now lady I feel numb
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| And what good is success on anesthesia I can’t shake?
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| Don’t you worry, Ladybug
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| I miss you like a metaphor
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| I won’t say what’s been said before
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| Or make a promise I can’t keep
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| Don’t you worry, Ladybug
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| 'Cause I’ll come home like a simile
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| When no amount of imagery can measure up to you
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| We don’t need no imagery, 'cause I’m coming home
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| To you |