| Park the car at the side of the road
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| you should know
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| time’s tide will smother you
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| and I will too
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| when you laugh about people who feel so
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| very lonely
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| their only desire is to die
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| well I’m afraid
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| it doesn’t make me smile
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| I wish I could laugh
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| but that joke isn’t funny anymore
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| it’s too close to home
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| and it’s too near the bone
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| it’s too close to home
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| and it’s too near the bone
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| more than you’ll ever know
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| It was dark as I drove the point home
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| and on cold leather seats
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| well, it suddenly struck me
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| I just might die with a smile on my
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| face after all
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| I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
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| lives
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| and now it’s happening in mine |