| Everyone wants me gone
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| grab my red suitcase and I hit the door
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| and i’ll bear the sight of him
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| cause you know & you know,
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| that i’ll never come back
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| Look at this picture of you and me
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| it’s the last true thing that you’ll ever see
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| and I guessed you kind of hoped
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| I could stick around more,
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| rearrange your ego
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| So tell me if you see that field
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| outside your window
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| and tell me, if you ever do
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| get that feeling
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| if you ever do get that feeling
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| Look at this perfect frame
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| you’re the loneliest soul,
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| that i’ve ever met
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| you are the best and the worst
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| though i’m pretty sure
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| you’re going to be fine
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| and I guessed you kind of hoped
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| I could stick around more,
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| rearrange your ego
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| So tell me if you see that field
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| outside your window
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| and tell me, if you ever do get
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| that feeling
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| if you ever do get that feeling
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| And I guessed you kind of hoped
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| I could stick around more,
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| rearrange your ego
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| Everything has to die,
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| maybe I don’t want to know
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| world without end,
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| who knew you could be so gentle |