| When did you decide that the chill would never leave your bones
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| And none of the coats you wear would ever keep you warm
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| Liquor and pills
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| See your pain far away in the mirror
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| Why do you only see yourself when you’re looking back
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| Through the eyes of a stranger
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| Your mother always worried you’d be a sad old maid
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| Alone and sour as a glass of lemonade
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| But you’re not alone — you should know that by now
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| I’d give anything to be where you are right now
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| Have you lost so much
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| That none of your tiny wishes can find a toehold
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| Have you been recast
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| As some odd character that has no story to unfold
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| My mother always worried I’d be a sad old maid
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| Alone and sour as a glass of lemonade
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| I’d give anything to be where you are right now |