| Sometimes I feel like there is no one
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| No one at all
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| That life is a myth
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| And I won’t be missed
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| When I’m gone
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| But they say that you are no one
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| Without the people
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| Who love and know you around
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| And sometimes I feel like my Dad
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| For leaving her sad and alone
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| In this big house
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| These are the thoughts that I have
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| When I’m alone at home in my bed
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| And I get scared
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| And it takes up so much time
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| And it makes up for nothing
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| And it takes up so much time
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| And it makes up for nothing
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| And some people ask why I can’t
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| Remember the past
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| There is this dead woman in my lane
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| She’s eating my brain
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| Her skin is soft and white and bright
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| Against the night
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| There is this man in my house
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| When I’m not there
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| He says he knows me from somewhere
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| And it takes up so much time
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| And it makes up for nothing
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| And it takes up so much time
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| And it makes up for nothing |