| The ground down here is shaking
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| And I never knew your name
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| A part of me has been aching
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| To see what is the same
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| I never thought I’d feel empty
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| I never thought I’d have a doubt
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| I never thought I’d have to relearn
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| Moving on without
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| And now the bugs are crawling into my bed
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| And I’m afraid that they will think I am dead
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| You were the first one I’d ever met
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| Who understood why everything seemed backward to me
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| And now we can’t even talk
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| Which still seems backward to me
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| But if moving apart
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| Helps you move forward
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| Then maybe one day we’ll be in the same place
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| And we’ll laugh like we used to every day
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| Over the years we painted a picture
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| I should have asked you first
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| Before I took it down
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| But I’d been watching it for months
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| And it was only getting worse
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| Your easel remained empty
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| I gave it as a gift
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| And then it rotted away in that house
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| And so did your will to live
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| Leave me here
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| I’ve got a lot to figure out on my own
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| Like better ways to have better days on my own
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| On my own |