| I’ll keep a piece of my heart vacant
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| When your return from vacation
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| Forgive me, and I’ll see you soon
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| Chicago in September makes me miss you most
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| Finding solace in a basement
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| With my shirt soaked to the bone
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| I know I was dead wrong, but don’t kill me off
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| You say that it’s progress
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| But I think its just a crutch
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| I’ll keep a piece of my heart vacant
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| When you return from vacation
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| You’re my highest high and lowest low, I know
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| I’d give anything for you to make me feel whole again
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| Don’t apologize
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| (cause we’re all fucked up)
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| Just accept the paradox
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| I’ll catch you when you really need it most
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| I’m still learning how to cope
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| Been swimming in cement so I can make a mark
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| Some days its still more than I can take
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| I’ve pulled my threads apart
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| Our bodies came untangled, felt a colder breeze
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| Painting pictures in my head of how I thought that it should be
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| My eyes burn from looking at you
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| But I still can see right straight through
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| Take that leap, I’m your parachute
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| I’m still learning how to cope
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| With your ghost |