| What a beautiful piece of heartache
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| This has all turned out to be
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| Lord knows we’ve learned the hard way
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| All about healthy apathy
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| I use these words pretty loosely
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| There’s so much more to life than words
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| There is a me you would not recognize, dear
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| Call it the shadow of myself
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| And if the music starts before I get there
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| Dance without me, you dance so gracefully
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| I really think I’ll be okay
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| They’ve taken a toll, these latter days
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| Nothing like sleeping on a bed of nails
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| Nothing much here but our broken dream
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| Oh, but baby, if all else fails
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| Nothing is ever quite what it seems
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| And I’m dying inside to leave you
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| With more than just cliches
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| There is a me you would not recognize, dear
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| Call it the shadow of myself
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| And if the music starts before I get there
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| Dance without me, you dance so gracefully
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| I really think I’ll be okay
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| They’ve taken their toll, these latter days
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| They’ve taken their toll, these latter days
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| Tell them it’s real
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| Tell them it’s really real
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| I just don’t have much left to say
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| They’ve taken their toll, these latter days
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| They’ve taken their toll, these latter days |