Now your bowl is empty
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And your feet are cold
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And your body cannot stop rocking
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I know
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It hurts to let go
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Since the day we found you
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You have been our friend
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And your voice still echoes in the hallways of this house
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But now
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It's the end
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We will be with you
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When you're leaving
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We will be with you
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When you go
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We will be with you
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And hold you till you're quiet
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It hurts to let you go
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We will be with you
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You will stay with us
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Bronte
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Gotye |