| Waking up at 3am
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| To some shadows in an empty bed
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| That was meant to be so full
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| But the emptiness is cold
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| I didn’t mean to fall asleep
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| It was the alcohol and nicotine
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| That took you from my mind
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| 'Cause I can never get things right
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| They took you from my mind
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| 'Cause I never get things right
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| Walking home alone again
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| With nothing but your innocence
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| To keep you warm tonight
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| It was hard to see the light
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| Behind the wheel so drunk
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| He couldn’t even comprehend
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| How much he fucked things up
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| How much he fucked this up
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| And now I’m all messed up
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| You keep running through my head
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| With all those things I left unsaid
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| Is it too late to say you’re gone?
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| Could you stay another night
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| So we could have a last goodbye
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| Or maybe even just go home?
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| Now I’m left to sit here waiting
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| Your t-shirt's stretched but it’s not raining
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| And the footsteps walking by are always covered in red
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| The doctor says, «Oh, son be patient
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| We’re doing all we can to save her»
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| But the waiting room’s as cold as the metal
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| Running through your chest
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| You keep running through my head
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| With all those things I left unsaid
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| Is it too late to say you’re gone?
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| Could you stay another night
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| So we could have a last goodbye
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| Or maybe even just go home?
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| But you won’t come home
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| But you won’t come home
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| But you won’t come home
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| But you won’t come home
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| Would you please come home? |