| And when I talked to my friends
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| And found out that you’re having fun
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| That you’re swallowing life
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| That you’re in the sun
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| That you’re fucking around
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| That you’re growing a new one
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| I bellow out my voice
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| I yell out loud
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| I have my shirt off in front of a crowd
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| I tell them about you, and how you’re gone
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| You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
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| You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
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| You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
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| You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
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| You’re gone, you’re gone you’re gone
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| You’re gone, you’re gone you’re gone
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| But in my lying
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| Don’t I have you in my mind the entire time?
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| Yeah, I can leave all the places we went
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| But I can’t leave without my bones you bent
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| So I hobble along
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| And now it’s me who’s gone
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| And now it’s me who has your fear of opening hearts
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| And all the false starts
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| We could tear hope apart
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| With all this deep gouging and biting back
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| With the way that you get all my friends in the sack
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| «What's left?»
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| I scream when I look up at night
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| Where the novelty has worn off of the blue moonlight
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| «Who cares?»
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| And I roll on the ground
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| «What gives?»
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| And there’s no answering sound
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| And there’s nobody around
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| And there my answer was found |