And I was alone
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On the fifth day since you've gone
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This broken glass; this early morn
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I rub my eyes in the haze
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I'm not sleeping anyway
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I watch the sun rise up
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In the city where I was born
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I could call you now
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Wouldn't matter what I'd say
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Words just aren't enough
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I hear our song; press repeat
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I smell your perfume on the sheets
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You always said, "Boy, you're not so tough"
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And only now can I say,
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"No matter how I shake and shape
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It's these things that make you a man"
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And frozen mind begins to thaw
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You think, "My God, my God, my God
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Where was it I began?"
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"I wish you were," is what I'd say
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If you asked me in the light of day
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But these nights are like a dream I can't shake
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And there's your hair and there's your head
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And there's your empty dress on the bed
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I wish I could scream myself awake
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But I won't go back to what I was
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And I know now that you are lost
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It's your choices that make you a man
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And frozen mind begins to thaw
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You think, "My God, my God, my God
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Where was it I began?"
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The Fifth Day
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| The Airborne Toxic Event |
