| I’m staring at my dead friends' Facebook page
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| And remembering when I made fun of him
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| I shouldn’t have made fun of him
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| And I can still write on your wall
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| But if you’ll see it, I don’t know
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| Are you an angel up above?
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| Or something far worse down below?
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| Do you know what it’s like
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| To be gone, out of sight?
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| Do you know what it’s like
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| To be gone, out of sight?
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| I’ve got a picture of you in my pocket
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| And deep scar tissue in my eye sockets
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| I play these games 'cause they seem fun at first
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| But now, I’m in a closet
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| With some girl I hardly know
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| Your breath is warm, step off my toes
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| And now I’m scared and nervous, anxious, freezing
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| I guess I’m going home
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| Do you know what it’s like
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| To be gone, out of sight?
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| Do you know what it’s like
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| To be gone, out of sight? |