| Things didn’t work out the way you had planned it
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| Things fell apart at the seams
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| What’s yours was what you took with you
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| What you have are tattered dreams
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| And now you’re cold and sleepy
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| Christ, how did it come to this?
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| Hold on to those you thought were your loved ones
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| They’ll be the ones you miss
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| And now you’re standing at the station
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| Tryin' to take what I ain’t got to give
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| Oh and I’m so sorry Charlie
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| I’ve got my own life to live
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| Just call your friends at college
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| Wonder why you didn’t stay
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| And my boss is coming down soon, Chuck
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| He’s drunk, so you can’t stay
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| No, you can’t stay
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| You did nothing to deserve this
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| God didn’t treat you square
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| Oh it all slipped through your fingers
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| And it all seems so unfair
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| And your girlfriend, she’s in high school
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| She says she loves you a lot
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| Lord knows she can’t support you
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| So you better sell more pot
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| And now you’re standing at the station
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| Tryin' to take what I ain’t got to give
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| And I’m so sorry Charlie
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| I’ve got my own life to live
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| So you just call your friends at college
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| Wonder why you didn’t stay
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| And my boss is coming down soon Chuck
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| He’s drunk and you can’t stay
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| No, you can’t stay
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| Sorry Charlie. |
| Sorry Charlie. |
| Oww! |