| You told me that you would miss me
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| Then and there I felt it, too
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| I sensed I was disassembling
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| The tone in your voice said, «I hope you do.»
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| I hope you do
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| I hope you do
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| You put the bag on your back
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| Without saying goodbye to me
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| I set to see you, all my things packed
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| Sat vigil for troubles mourning greens clean
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| Still feels damp on the ends of my sleeves
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| You drew lines, you liked to watch the page bleed
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| Spiritless, you say the prettiest things
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| Your lulling means the world to me
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| Is it too late to fall asleep?
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| Always stifling, strong on good days
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| How peculiar to see
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| You salvaged winning words to say
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| Goes to show you hoped I’d leave
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| You hoped I’d leave
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| You hoped I’d leave
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| You hoped I’d leave
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| (Ooo)
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| You hoped I’d leave
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| (Ooo)
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| Sat vigil for troubles mourning greens clean
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| Still feels damp on the ends of my sleeves
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| You drew lines, you liked to watch the page bleed
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| Poor judgment says you felt your shadow leave
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| When passing hits, you’re supposed to feel something more than longing
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| Your lulling means the world to me
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| Is it too late to fall asleep?
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| Your lulling means the world to me
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| Is it too late to fall asleep? |