Sometimes I feel like there is no one
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no one at all
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that life is a myth and I won't be missed
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when I'm gone
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But they say that you are no one
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no one at all without the people who know and love you
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around
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And sometimes I feel like my Dad
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for leaving her sad and alone
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in this big house
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And these are the thoughts that I have
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when I'm alone at home in my bed
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and I get scared
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And it takes up so much time
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and it makes up for nothing
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and some people ask why I can't
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remember the past
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There is this dead women in my lane
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she's eating my brain
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her skin is soft and white and bright
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against the night
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There is this man in my house
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when I'm not there
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he says he knows me from somewhere
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And it takes up so much time
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Jimi (Takes So Much Time)
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| Martha Wainwright |
