I've been terrified since you walked out the door
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And these were not the lies I'd told you once before
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And this is not the end it's still an outside bet
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I'm not taking off my wedding ring just yet
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And it's years since I took stock of it
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Seems that it's not come to much
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This is everything I ever owned
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Collapsed into the car
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I've been terrified for far too fucking long
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What is that thing I lack that makes you so damn strong
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Your letter in my hands is rolled into a ball
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With drunken comedy is thrown hard at the wall
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And it's years since I took stock of it
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Seems that it's not come to much
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This is everything I ever owned
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Collapsed into the car
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And the stitches are unravelling
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And the seams have all but burst
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Maybe all my years of travelling
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Have quenched a worn out thirst
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These years have flown by
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And these hands are shaking
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And I have no notion
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Of what happens next
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And there's a kind of freedom
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When I think of it
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But then the panic quickens
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And there is no solace
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The Deepest Ocean There Is
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| Tired Pony |
