| Wicked things as if a story
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| Unhappy thoughts about the reason that I’m me
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| You think and cry about the man you used to know
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| I sit and dream about the way that it should be
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| And I say hey…
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| The biggest curse to some is knowledge.
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| To know about the thing that throws you to the ground
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| Some say it time again that ignorance is bliss
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| To keep believing that your soul wont let you down
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| And I say hey…
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| Hey…
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| And you don’t know, and you don’t care
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| Memories are gone like breeze blown through your hair
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| I know you don’t know… how much I see you there
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| And how you live life with the fact that I’m not there.
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| Keep looking round to see familiar
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| Keep thinking 'bout the time we ran on through the spray
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| The eyes of happiness don’t look upon me now
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| To spend each waking thought on you and other days.
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| So understand me and all life will be good
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| Cause all the things I say they be misunderstood
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| You think forgetting things about me will set you free
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| But same as I am, without you I cannot be.
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| And I say hey…
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| Hey…
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| I know the autumn time is coming |
| I know the things I had and how I crossed the line
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| But I make you the one I live for.
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| I’d rather that then be the one you left behind.
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| And you don’t know, and you don’t care
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| Memories are gone like breeze blown through your hair
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| I know you don’t know… how much I see you there
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| And how you like life with the fact that I’m not there.
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| So understand me and all life will be good
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| Cause all the things I say they be misunderstood
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| You think forgetting things about me will set you free
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| But same as I am, without you I cannot be.
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| And I say hey…
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| Hey…
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| Hey…
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| Hey… |