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Lying in this lonely bed,
You're next to me and I'm stuck in my head,
Thinking about books and boxes, packing up,
I should be loving you instead;
Records, books and weary wishes,
tennis shoes and dirty dishes,
Maybe I should stay.

I got this life that I call loneliness,
It surrounds me by the emptiness this is all I'll ever get from you dear
And the truth it leads me to believe
You don't mind if I pack up and leave…
I'm feeling so damn small
You don't care at all

They say all that glitters can't be gold
And I ain't got a light left in my soul
You can turn me off and turn me on
Change the bulb but baby I'm still gone
All that glitters is turning cold
Cause there's nothing left to hold

I got this life that I call loneliness,
It surrounds me by the emptiness this is all I'll ever get from you dear
And the truth it leads me to believe
You don't mind if I pack up and leave…
I'm feeling so damn small
You don't care at all

Maybe it was you,
Hell maybe it was me….
I love you but it's time we start thinking about
Setting ourselves free..

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