| Been a long time
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| Been a long time
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| Been a long time and I just don’t know, do you know me?
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| Hit the futon round the block
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| Spinning with the sickness, she don’t call me
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| A few nine minutes, I’m adjusting, bangin' down the hallway (oh)
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| It’s true this time, feel the distance, packing and we lonely (yeah)
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| Feeling it up, feeling it up, feeling it up lonely
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| I been left out so I take another val, it’s a new day (saves the day)
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| A blessing I don’t preach, she the answer they don’t teach, but a straight a
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| She don’t need setting suns
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| Sure don’t need this old bum
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| She don’t need anything at all
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| Wasted my song
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| She don’t get music, that’s all I got
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| We make new friends
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| On and on
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| We make our music
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| What’s the point?
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| That’s the point
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| I’m lookin' at the reruns
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| I was acting like a dog
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| And I wasted on a vista
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| Now my brothers on the run
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| I said «I'm sorry sister
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| For the damage I have done»
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| I said «I'm sorry mumma
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| For what I’ve become»
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| Wasted my song
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| She don’t get music, that’s all I got
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| We make new friends
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| On and on
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| We make our music
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| What’s the point?
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| That’s the point
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| She don’t need setting suns
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| Sure don’t need this old bum
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| She don’t need anything at all
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| I don’t feel pain no more
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| She just don’t care for sure
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| She don’t need anything at all
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| We don’t need anything at all
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| Follow the west sun to california
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| Offer my wisdom she can’t support it
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| Weeping willow she knows I’m on it
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| Offers her wisdom I can’t afford it |