Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while
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And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
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Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me
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Boy those wings are made of wax
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While the things I do to kill me
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They just tell me to relax
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But oh Cinderella
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All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms
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I'm not the fellow
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To protect you or to keep you from all your harm
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And I don't know which is worse
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To wake up and see the sun
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Or to be the one be the one
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Be the one that's gone
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And the empty bottle it misses you
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Yeah and I'm the one that its talking to
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And with you and I just barely strangers
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I'm pretty much just left the fool
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Damn don't the streets look empty though
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Just wandering round here without you
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Oh the empty bottle it misses you and I'm the one its talking to
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And I don't know which is worse
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To wake up and see the sun
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Or to be the one be the one that's gone
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To Be The One
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| Ryan Adams |
