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Is it wrong to say I miss you? |
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You sit. closing your eyes |
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By weekends end, |
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Stand still, |
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Follow your dreams |
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If ignorance is bliss |
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Not talking to you |
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All alone your turning to dust |
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Your the one who is watching me walk away this time, |
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This goodbye is going to stick to you like glue |