| We all said you’d never make it
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| 'cause you had that fragile heart
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| And you were odd within the ways of the social
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| You through a caution to us all
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| And now when the late night drinkers gather for their falls
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| Someone says they’ve seen you out there laughing at us all
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| You mourned the cause of discontent with those who couldn’t lose the dark
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| From the broad of daylight to half spent stars just waiting dusk to fall
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| Tell me, what the hell were you saying?
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| Was there a point at to it all?
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| Oh, and did they really see you out there laughing at us all
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| Is there anybody out there?
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| Is there anybody out there?
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| Oh, were you really out there laughing at us all?
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| The midnight boy from Minnesota shut you down and stole the show
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| They say that you bitter in your anguish
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| 'cause it was you they ought to hold
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| You wore your causes on your sleeve like a beacon wears the dark
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| It’s only right you should be out there laughing at us all
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| Now you are only dust for art
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| You’re a shadow to recall
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| For all those late night drinkers in their ragged lonely bars
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| And we all said you’d never make it 'cause you had that fragile heart
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| Now, all our hearts you held are wasted
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| You’re out there laughing at us all
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| Chorus (Twice) |