| On day one I was looking trough my pockets for the keys
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| On day two, there I found them hanging quietly from the door
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| You said I should get used to situations like these
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| But I know it’s a sign that I’m not ready for this song
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| This naked wall is a trap, is a trap
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| It’s wearing me out like a name on a tag
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| On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile
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| On day four, there I lost you, as you were running down the hall
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| You said I just want to be alone for a while
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| But you know it’s all because I always
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| These years have gone, in the sun, in the shade
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| I’m eighteen today — what a mess I have made |