You named me judge the day that I was born
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You asked too much to fix what you had torn
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Things got out of hand, now I understand
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And I'm out of your range
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Now it's kind of strange
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How we change orbit in our lives
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You were kind of a moon outside of my room
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I could just feel you nearby
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Now I feel you gone
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'Cause I know which side you're on
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And it's not mine
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I walk the line between now and then
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It's deep-sea diving with no oxygen
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Guess I went somewhere to hide
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Far behind my eyes
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I willed you there to see
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But you never came for me
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And I'm out of your range
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Now it's kind of strange
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How we change orbit in our lives
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You were kind of a moon outside of my room
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I could just feel you nearby
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Now I feel you gone
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'Cause I know which side you're on
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And it's not mine
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And it's not mine
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And it's not mine
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Orbiting
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The Weepies |