| I know
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| You are
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| Another planet miles apart
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| Is it a question of things
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| You really should have cared about?
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| You took a drive, Countries called
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| More than your friends did, they watched you fall
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| And now you’ve pulled the wires right from the wall
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| Flags
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| Don’t ask me how he’s doing
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| He’s doing fine
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| Set it straight
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| So there is no road left, only water
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| Spent your time hopelessly alone
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| It’s no real price to pay anyway
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| Your first letter came, Stressing lines
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| Against the whitening page
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| Trauma type, Saturation stains
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| Flags
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| He went from riches
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| To rags
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| Oh where are my friends?
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| I’m a burden to their hallowed sense
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| When I felt my head came to an end
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| I made promises, promises never kept
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| Your head at night
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| So many thoughts fought for the finish line
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| When there’s no beginning
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| Before you’re running out of time
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| So hard, to ignore. |
| on my mind from beach to trestle door
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| I’m thinking of you, flat out cold beneath the starboard floor |