| Well I see breakfast on the table
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| And I can smell you in the halls
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| Lord knows I’d cry if I was able
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| But that won’t get me through tomorrow
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| And no it’s not like I was counting
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| Or thought that we’d run out of days
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| So I’ll be holding onto something
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| Breathing the air you took away
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| I, I’ll keep a picture of you on the wall, of you on the wall
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| And choke on the memories
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| I’ll keep a message of you if you call, of you if you call
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| And choke on the memories
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| Choke, choke, yeah
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| Choke, choke
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| Well I’ve been looking for some new words
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| To say just how you got to me
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| I wrote some letters that I might burn
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| Cause then you’re not just history
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| And I see your clothes in the closet
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| I hear your phone ring in the drawer
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| I’m not hoping for an answer
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| I’m just knocking at your door, oh
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| I keep a picture of you on the wall, of you on the wall
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| And choke on the memories
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| I’ll keep a message of you if you call, of you if you call
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| Choke, choke, yeah
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| Choke, choke, yeah
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| I’ll keep a picture of you on the wall, of you on the wall
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| And choke on the memories
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| I’ll keep the message of you if you call, of you if you call
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| Choke, choke, yeah
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| Choke, choke, yeah
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| Well I see breakfast on the table
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| And I can smell you in the halls |