| Hey pretty, what’s on your mind
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| Nothing here, an endless night
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| Fed up and sick, tired of me
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| My thin boy voice ruins everything
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| Oh sweetheart, don’t say such things
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| We don’t know who’s listening
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| Don’t talk, don’t smile
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| Just silently walk on by
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| My Emily says, oh lad
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| What has she done
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| To my darling innocent boy?
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| My favorite late night someone
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| I wish you were here to kiss me
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| And scream dammit lad, I need you back
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| Emily rolls over in bed and says
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| Is it really so bad?
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| Hey pretty are you secretly sad?
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| Questions I dare not ask
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| Fed up and sick, tired of this
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| Such simple things i miss
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| Oh sweetheart, don’t say such things
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| We don’t know who’s listening
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| The only thing that can fill this gap
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| Is the one who doesn’t want me back
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| My Emily says, oh lad
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| How long can this last?
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| As long as it takes to get that attention
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| So safe at last
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| I wish you were here to hold me
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| And scream, dammit lad, i need you back
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| Emily rolls over in bed and says
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| You don’t want that
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| So here’s my advice to you
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| This should’ve turned out different
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| But it didn’t, so get over it
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| But don’t you find it reassuring?
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| That one consolation growing
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| My darling boy, it won’t snow where she is going |