| I wonder where you’re at
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| Onto better things
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| And you want it now
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| I wonder if you’ll ask
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| All the big machines
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| And I’m all done
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| Why do I ask?
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| Out of all the things
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| That I could be doing
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| How do I hide?
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| To waste my time
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| I wonder where you’re at
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| You avoid these things
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| You want it now
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| You’re something that you’re not
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| And you’ll never be
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| All that good to me
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| Always a new tad
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| All the things that we had, tonight
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| All I want to do is disappear in darkness
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| Forget you
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| Wandering from my eyes, I’m done
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| The shriveling of my skin makes you
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| Don’t you think if I got too young
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| Then all of this would make us all done, done
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| Bye
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| You’re something that you’re not
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| And you’ll never be
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| All that good to me
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| Always a new tad
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| That all the things that we had tonight
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| And all I want to do is disappear in darkness
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| Forget you
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| Wandering from my eyes, I’m done
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| The shriveling of my skin makes you
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| Don’t you think if I got too young
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| Then all of this would make us all done, done
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| Bye
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| Bye bye, bye bye
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| I’m all done, with us, with us
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| And I say bye bye, bye bye
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| I’m all done with us, with us
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| (Don't you think if I got too young
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| Then all of this would make us all done, done) |