| I was feeling a little bizarre
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| The day that I buried my family car
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| In the scrap metal wrecking yard
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| And I’ve said so many goodbyes
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| In the twenty-five years that I’ve been alive
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| And I don’t know why this one was so hard
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| And every time when I go back to my apartment
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| All I wanna do is get stoned
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| And I’m sick and tired of blacking out on my carpet
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| And waking up all on my own so I brought you home
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| You started falling apart
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| Six months after you moved in
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| And I should have known from the start
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| That things would be different
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| It’s not something that I can fix
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| If I could do anything, you know I would
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| If this fucking vacation would come to an end
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| Maybe then you’d be normal again
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| Last week, when I went back to my apartment
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| You were looking so stoned
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| The day after Christmas, you acted so different
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| You just wanted to be on your own
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| So I bought you medicine, went to the vet and
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| Cashed all of my savings and loans
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| But it was too late, you were letting go
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| Whoa whoa oh oh oh
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| Whoa oh oh
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| Whoa oh oh oh oh
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| Whoa whoa oh oh oh
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| Whoa oh oh
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| Whoa oh oh oh oh
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| Whoa whoa oh oh oh
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| And nothing I say will make it okay
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| You just sleep in the heat and repeat
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| You’re wasting away
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| And nothing I do is gonna save you
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| I’m trying my best, but you can’t even
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| Look at me or talk to me or tell me what’s happening to you
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| Yesterday, I went back to my apartment
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| To see how you’ve been holding up
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| You hadn’t been eating, I thought you were sleeping, but
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| You’re not waking up
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| And I want you to know that I’d spend every bit of my
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| Pitiful savings and loans
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| Just to see you again
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| But I know I won’t |