| Send your commiserations, but I don’t need them now
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| 'Cause I can’t do this all alone
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| And when I breathe I start to fall
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| Two Clair-quilted towns and lucid dreams
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| Haunted by the sounds from the seventh street
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| Oh, what am I to do to get him back
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| Please don’t cry
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| We both won’t
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| Send your commiserations, I don’t need them now
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| 'Cause I can’t do this all alone
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| And when I breathe I start to fall
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| (I start to fall, I start to fall)
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| The rich came in the evening, allowing to themselves
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| Plead out for the gentry, deserving no one else
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| It ties up his laces
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| His mind wanders to different places
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| Fizzled over time just to hang on to what’s forever mine
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| Oh, what am I to do to get him back
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| Please don’t cry (Please don’t cry)
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| With every piece I’m fine, I feel forever tired
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| I can’t do this all alone
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| Send your commiserations
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| 'Cause I can’t do this all alone
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| And when I breathe I start to fall
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| (I start to fall)
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| Send your (How can I be so)
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| Send your (I start to fall, I start to fall) |