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Half a year and here you are again |
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I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked |
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I sit home and drink alone |
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And hope that bottle speaks |
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Like you, like us, like me |
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Half a year again, now it's a whole |
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February stationary from you on the wall |
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And I sit home and plead the throne |
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To speak to speak to me, to me, to me |
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Hasn't said a single thing |
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Probably too busy with your work |
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Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone |
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There's nothing in these wooden drawers |
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To bring you back, to keep me bored |
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I don't know what to do with me no more |
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Dear everyone I ever really knew, |
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I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you |
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Ended up abusing even those I thought immune |
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I killed the kingdom with one move |
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And now it's time to move |
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Dear everybody that has paid to see my band |
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It's still confusing, I'll never understand |
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I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn |
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I'm hungry now and scraps are dirty dirt |
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I'm hungry now and scraps are dirty dirt |