| Hey, after all these years
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| I’m still here, fingers outstretched
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| With your imprint in my bed
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| A pit so big I lay on the edge
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| Will love let me down again?
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| Oh no, no, it won’t get in
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| I’m left wonderin'
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| If it’s written on my urn
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| That I’ll burn alone
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| Like a star
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| I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
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| With a cavity by my side
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| And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
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| Hold out for more time?
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| Hey me in twenty years
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| Does your milk still turn to rot too soon?
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| Do you still hoard souvenirs
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| And make them mirrors
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| Of sentimental veneer?
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| I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
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| With a cavity by my side
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| And nothing left to hold but pride, will I…
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| Hold out a little bit more?
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| A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
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| A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
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| A little bit longer, just a little bit more (Hold out for more time)
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| A little bit longer, just a little bit more
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| A little bit longer, just a little bit more
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| A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
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| A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
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| And I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
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| With a cavity right by my side
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| And nothing left to hold but pride of mine
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| Is it laced within my DNA
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| To be braced in endless January?
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| Have I become the cavity I feared?
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| Ask me in twenty years |