a bowling ball in water
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it's a chore not to sink
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this new life without you
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oh, the possiblities are fleeting
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and i tried so hard to engineer this trip
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now i know my magic wand was just a ruler
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keeping space between us
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a metaphorical home
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for your neglected, loner heart
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it was unwise to think
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that your residencywould be enduring
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and i'll sleep in the middle of my bed
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pretending that it's natural
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'cause after all
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i am just a vacation
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that you decide
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you can vacate at any old time
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and at the ceremony
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step up to receive your prize
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"most likely to bail"
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it's amazing you never
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thought you earned this
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i turn 95 degrees just to think straight
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now you can't see me
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I can't feel you
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and you arrived so triumphantly
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singing your love
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making heads lean toward you
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now we'll keep on trying
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and i'll still keep fighting
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to find all the notes
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that were lost on dead air that you breathe
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and you tried to fake and fly
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but unsuccessfully
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'cause soon you'll be seeing
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your reflection in my eyes
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and i'll sleep in the middle of my bed
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trying to forget every word you said
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i'll never forget what you said
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Vacation/Vacate
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Cruiserweight |