You got my last five years
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In a cardboard box
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With a hallmark card saying
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you miss me lots
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Its true
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I pass the rows of the crows
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And they laugh it up
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But the punchline hurts
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When you pack enough
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Its true
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When I'm on my feet
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But its the same old street
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Cause its hard for me to finally
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To see the shades of what we used to be
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Now what the hell am I supposed to do
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I'm halve as good and half as bright
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as stars that shine on me tonight
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Id probably be sharing them with you
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Somehow all the colors
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left except the blue
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I break through the clouds
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On a big jet plane
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But every destination
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Still looks the same
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Without you (without you)
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Without you
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If only dedication helped
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Miss you less
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No matter what I take
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I just can't forget about you
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My world's degrade
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And I've lost my way
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Cause its hard for me to finally
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To see the shades of what we used to be
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Now what the hell am I supposed to do
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I'm halve as good and half as bright
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as stars that shine on me tonight
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Id probably be sharing them with you
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Somehow all the colors
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left except the blue
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My world's turn gray
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I just lost my way
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Cause its hard for me to finally
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To see the shades of what we used to be
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Now what the hell am I supposed to do
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I'm halve as good and half as bright
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as stars that shine on me tonight
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Id probably be sharing them with you
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Somehow all the colors left
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Somehow all the colors left
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Somehow all the colors left
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Except the blue
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Except The Blue
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| Daniel Powter |
