Something is missing around here,
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surrounded by tragical memories
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That pushes me out of the too small bed
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In a too small house
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Pieces of the shelter is missing
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Waving with the white flag,
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no answer returned
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Mad at the know not who¡¯s fault,
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hoping that you¡¯re OK
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Chorus:
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Why should you be there,
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To spread it out again
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You¡¯re trapped inside your home
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Such a nice place,
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just a bit too small
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You¡¯re trapped inside your home,
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such a nice place
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Believing that it¡¯s gonna be all the same,
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haven¡¯t realised what damage is done
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Waiting for the phone to ring
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Like it used to,
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in the middle of the night
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Finding hidden alcohol in the closet,
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but ignored the warning
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Your chance was taken away,
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I¡¯m hoping that you¡¯re OK
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Chorus.
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Never satisfied
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Nothing is ever too good
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Even if the pieces fall right
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You spread it out again
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Throwstar
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Fireside |