This is goodbye
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After months of situating
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I can finally leave this sorry town behind
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And I'm alright
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When they ask for me
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My friends can smile and tell the world
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That I survived
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As I'm about to leave
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I've filled a million empty pages
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Passed my word and do my best to sing
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So what do I need
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Something could become of those
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Who think and talk and live like me
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I don't want to die today
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I want to live and love and write it down
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I can live a life of dreams
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And be grateful I'm around
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This is goodbye
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After months of careful planning
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I can finally leave this dried up town behind
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And I'm alright
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Yeah, this used to be our city
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This used to be our only light
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I just want to walk away
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I want to write but there's a consequence
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That all my friends read everything I do and I say
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I don't need a razorblade
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All I need are sounds of ecstasy
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And I won't die today
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Yeah, I'll be living, loving, writing down
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And I'll live a life of dreams
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And be grateful I'm around
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I Survived
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| The Graduate |
