Look at where you've got yourself now
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You think the world is trying to bring you down
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You think that moving on
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Means getting passed around
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But every move you make
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Just takes you further down
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These are simple times
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And now I miss your simple pleasures
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A substance state of mind
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What I had left to treasure
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I know it's been a while
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But I swear you wouldn't be so lonely
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If only you'd let me in
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So look at you now
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The spark in your eyes is gone, somehow
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I wish you would hang up and turn around
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And let me see those eyes
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They'd be the same brown eyes
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I can't help thinking so much about
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How such a girl could dig a hole so deep
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You can't find a way to get out
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I'm not a helping hand
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I'm a rope to pull you through
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Just give me, give one more chance
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To turn you back to you
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Take this feeble mind
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And mold it into something better
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And help me realize that I won't live forever
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I know it's been a while
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But I swear you wouldn't be so lonely
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If only you'd let me in
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So look at you now
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The spark in your eyes is gone, somehow
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I wish you would hang up and turn around
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And let me see those eyes
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They'd be the same brown eyes
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You're not here
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Every night is a nightmare
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So look at me now
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The spark in my eyes is gone, somehow
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I wish I could stand up and turn around
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And let you see my eyes
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They'd be the same brown eyes
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I Met My Best Friend In Prague
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