Pat, we need your brains back
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Pat, we need your fire and your imagination
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Pat, we know you fucked up
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But we don't care you fucked up, everybody's fucked up
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Thought I heard your voice the other night
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And sure enough, it came from you
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Thought I'd be surprised that you weren't dead
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But all I was was glad
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Just sitting by your bed
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And talking to your head
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And hearing what you said
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As if you'd never left
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Can't you see yourself yet, can't you see through our eyes?
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Can't you see the truth?
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Nothing's worse than ever, falling in a dream's where
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We can see each other
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Saw you the other night
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Have to say something wasn't right
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Of course, but I didn't mind
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'Cause seeing you being all alive
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Just walking in the room made me so relieved
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Like everything was fine and you had never died
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Or second-guessed your mind or gave up on our trust
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Thought you'd gone too far for us to take you back
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But distances like that, Pat, don't exist in fact
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Pat
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Built To Spill |