| Sometimes I get this,
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| Lump in my throat,
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| When I remember,
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| These things I wrote,
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| The strangest feeling,
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| I’ve ever had,
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| Starts off as angry,
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| Ends up as sad,
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| Yeah,
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| When I’m awake and when I dream,
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| And all the places in between,
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| Where I go and where I’ve been,
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| I will take this ghost with me,
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| Well, I guess I loved her,
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| You,
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| Go,
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| So much for feeling,
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| Like broken bones,
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| I wish I’d left it all alone,
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| So much for healing,
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| Eventually,
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| I’m just as damaged as I’ll ever be,
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| Well…,
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| Yeah,
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| Now,
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| When I’m awake and when I dream,
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| And all the places in between,
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| Where I go and where I’ve been,
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| I will take this ghost with me,
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| Well I guess I loved her,
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| No,
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| She took my… she took my shoes off… when I fell asleep,
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| She combed my hair and brushed my… teeth,
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| I guess I loved her, (I must have loved her)
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| I guess I loved her, (I must have loved her)
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| I guess I loved her, (I must have loved her)
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| I guess I loved her, (I must have loved her)
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| I guess I loved her,
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| But I still made her cry, |