I never thought the day would come when I
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Would be the poison in the pen I use to write
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You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone
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I guess it was the blank look on your face that was easy to replace
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So then I went and drank myself into an idiot all through the night
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Recounting all my paranoid and selfish thoughts but I was right
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I made a space for you inside my soul
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And let my feelings kill the part that I control
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So part of you was me, neglectful maybe cold it seemed
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Despite having the wounds we both imbibe, the scars are
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somewhere we can't hide
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I then stayed up for two more years just thinking of the sacrifice you made
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Indifferent to the reason so apparent in the pain
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I polished off another drink and taught myself to numb and drift away
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For one more night so I could justify the day
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So now I entertain the thought of going on all alone
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But you are all the life I've ever known
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I swear one day I'll get it back something that is already dead and gone
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Again i see the trumpet player looking for his song
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Don't worry I won't follow you, that part of me is learning to let got
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What was a space is like a cancer in my soul
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The Feel Good Song Of The Year
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| No Use For A Name |
