Eyes,
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They burn,
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From sting--
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--ing travel.
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And miss--
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--ing you,
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Is hard,
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To handle.
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Stayed away a thousand days
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And things have changed like a decade.
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Made the most of all my days,
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And still I'm on the wrong page.
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Now,
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I'm home
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And feeling more alone.
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It's in,
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Your tone,
|
So maybe I should go.
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Why'd,
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It turn,
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From sweet,
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To bitter?
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Now,
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No cure,
|
Can make,
|
It better.
|
|
Stayed away a thousand days
|
And things have changed like a decade.
|
Made the most of all my days,
|
And still I'm on the wrong page.
|
Now,
|
I'm home
|
And feeling more alone.
|
It's in,
|
Your tone,
|
So maybe I should go.
|
|
Ahh oh,
|
Ahh oh,
|
Speeding faster,
|
Towards disaster.
|
Ahh oh,
|
Ahh oh,
|
This house is cancer,
|
I won't last here.
|
Ahh oh,
|
Ahh oh,
|
The years go by and still no answers.
|
Ahh oh,
|
Ahh oh,
|
No answers
|
|
Now,
|
No cure,
|
Can make,
|
It better.
|
|
Stayed away a thousand days,
|
And things have changed like a decade.
|
Made the most of all my days,
|
And still I'm on the wrong page.
|
Now,
|
I'm home,
|
Speeding faster,
|
Towards disaster.
|
It's in,
|
Your tone,
|
Years go by and still no answers.
|
Still no answers.
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A 1000 Days
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Alien Ant Farm |