| How do you come home
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| When you know his things are gone
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| How do you walk in the door
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| And the just move on
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| What a waste of years
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| What a waste of time
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| What an inconsiderate way
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| To just waste what’s mine
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| Well you know
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| I’ve got a heart
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| I think it’s bigger than yours
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| Because it lets people in
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| Who constantly disappoint me
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| And I’ve got a soul
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| And it’s as sad as they come
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| Because it used to feel everything
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| And now it’s just numb, numb, numb
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| Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god
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| I sit and peel paint off the wall
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| I’ll sit until I’ve got it all
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| Reveal the flowers that were underneath it
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| Then well, I might just drink the day away
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| I might think about what I would say
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| If I saw you ten years from now
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| I’d say well
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| I’ve got a heart
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| I think it’s bigger than yours
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| Because it lets people in
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| Who constantly disappoint me
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| And I’ve got a soul
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| And it’s as sad as they come
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| Because it used to feel everything
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| And now it’s just numb, numb, numb
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| The doctor gave me pills to take
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| To stop me feeling quite so awake
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| To take the edge off of this big black cloud
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| But now it is quarter to ten
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| I sit with a paper and a pen
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| Just writing shit until I fall asleep
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| I’ve got a heart
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| I think it’s bigger than yours
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| Because it lets people in
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| Who constantly disappoint me
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| And I’ve got a soul
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| And it’s as sad as they come
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| Because it used to feel everything
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| And now it’s just numb, numb, numb |