The carbonation in my drink
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The bubbles rise while my heart sinks
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And I'll I tend to do is think of you
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Was it easier to pack your bags
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And book that flight to paris as
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The plane began to move that afternoon
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When all the trains have pulled away
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From local stations in decay
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It's I who waits, it's you who's late again
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And did you think of me when you made love
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To him, was it the same as us
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Or was it different, it must have been
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And all the pretty dames
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They'll hug and kiss you all the same
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And when they go, they're gone
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They're not run-ning late
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Oh all, all the pretty dames
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And the kids you hold in your arms
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With promises to protect them from harm
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But they grow, and they go
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And you're all a-lone
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All the kids, all the kids that you hold
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And it's a shame that it ends this way
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With nothing left to say
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So just sit on your hands, while I walk aw-ay
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It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
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When my hands begin to shake
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When bitterness is all I taste
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And my car won't stop
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Cause I cut the brakes
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I hold on to a hope in my fate
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Oh oh ah ah hey hey
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May you return to love one day
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Well I hope and I pray
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You get what you gave
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Oh oh ah ah hey hey
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Morning Song
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| The Lumineers |
