| Talking used to pass the time
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| And smoking used to pass the time
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| But talking became a waste of time
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| And smoking became a waste of time
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| And my life became a pantomime
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| Of my life when I liked to be alive
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| You got a new sweater
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| But I didn’t know til I saw it in a picture
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| My life stayed the same
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| But you wouldn’t know cause I never take pictures
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| And I don’t understand why you’re living there
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| And I don’t understand your sweater
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| Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh
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| I wanna move to the woods by the side of the highway
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| Where I can watch the deer spent their last living minutes
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| But I, I I I, stopped wearing my bomber jacket
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| When I, I I I, realized that I was little
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| And I, I I I, stopped wearing my navy peacoat
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| When I, I I I, realized my thoughts were ugly
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| And I, I I I, don’t understand your sweater
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| And I, I I I, don’t understand why you’re living there |