| Maybe you never saw much of me As you’re creeping around your history
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| It’s true — I wasn’t always with you
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| I was so gone but you weren’t forgotten
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| That’s why I’ve been trying to make it up to you in later years
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| I hope a father’s what I am But rationalizing’s not my aim
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| Just to pick you up and carry all your pain
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| And give you wings and not to Always get the better of The other side, ain’t that what you call love?
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| Take Care of yourself
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| Do everything you can so we don’t lose ya Showing me off all your side effects
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| And keeping your face like a silhouette in blue
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| Is all we’re gonna get
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| But keep it in mind in your last regrets
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| As you’re blowing away like an untethered balloon
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| And drifting high forever
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| Is that the side that turns you on?
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| To see we missed you after all you’re gone?
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| Take Care of Yourself
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| Do everything you can so we don’t lose ya If you think I was letting you die
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| Well Baby I told you a lie
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| Well maybe I’d tell you a lie
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| If only to keep you alive
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| You’re writing your own prescription
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| Riding the lines of a minor fiction
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| If anyone ever could spare to lose a detail
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| Filling your heart with the facts you’re facing
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| Draining away as your blood’s escaping
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| You could make it last forever
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| They say that the last time feels like pleasure
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| Feeling a smile from your unsuccessful…
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| Breathing every memory
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| As I’m always to prevent your harm
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| These words you mock me when you cut into your arms |