If my senses fail, stay with me 'til they go
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'cause I don't want to be alone.
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Greetings in Braille, they'll describe everything,
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colors aren't everything.
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And if you see me down at the liquor store,
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please don't tell my dad.
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And if you see my dad down at the liquor store,
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don't tell me anything at all.
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And the people you brought
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are just drainpipes bringing trash to the ground.
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And the memories are just picture cards,
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one night stands and breakdowns.
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And you were cold, tired and old as you'd ever looked that night.
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And we were warned, yeah.
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We were warned not to stay out too late.
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But some things were worth getting in trouble for.
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So now that you finally failed
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just like you said you would, down to the last detail.
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Well, if living's such hell, here's to your dying days.
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You won't have to be afraid.
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And the heroes you met were just fiction,
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yeah, with higher expectations.
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And your friends grew up faster than you got successful,
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told you to keep it up. Good comes to those who work.
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And the stories they told you were true, babe.
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Your mom really went crazy.
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But that doesn't have to be you.
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No.
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And I miss Tara and Melissa, Allen and John.
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And you'll never have friends like you did when you were young.
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But our bodies were pulled away and swept out to the sea
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and I'd call and say hi if I thought you'd remember me.
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cause some things are worth leaving old memories for.
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If my senses fail, stay with me 'til they go
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'cause I don't want to be alone.
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Greetings in Braille, should describe everything
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'cause you can't see anything from here.
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From here, you can't see nothing at all.
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Greetings In Braille
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| The Elected |
