| So far away
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| We never did touch too much
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| I felt like this empty plate
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| This half sipped on coffee cup
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| I’ll paint you sceneries
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| With the prettiest colors
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| You ever did see
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| And no I never paint like that
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| No I never paint like that
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| Like that
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| Were so far away
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| No we never did talk enough
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| I felt like this empty place
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| It was made up with hollow space
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| And I’ll write you poetry
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| Oh I’ll use the prettiest words
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| That you ever did read
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| And No I never write like that
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| No I never write like that
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| I never write like that
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| Is it your heart that’s tearing you apart
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| Is it your heart that’s tearing you apart
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| Is it your heart that’s tearing you apart |