| Well the pills I got, they ask me, «Let's go out for a while»
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| And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
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| Yeah, and the sun, it tries to warn me
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| «Boy, those wings are made of wax»
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| While the things I do to kill me
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| They just tell me to relax
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| But, oh, Cinderella
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| All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms
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| I’m not the fellow
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| To protect you or to keep you from all your harm
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| And I don’t know which is worse
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| To wake up and see the sun
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| Or to be the one, be the one that’s gone
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| And the empty bottle, it misses you
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| Yeah, and I’m the one that it’s talking to
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| And with you and I just barely strangers
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| I’m pretty much just left a fool
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| Damn, don’t the streets feel empty, though?
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| Just wandering 'round here without you
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| Oh, the empty bottle, it misses you
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| And I’m the one it’s talking to
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| And I don’t know which is worse
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| To wake up and see the sun
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| Or to be the one, be the one that’s gone |