| It's been a while, I've been out on my own |
| I get a little anxious when you call me on the phone |
| Somebody said that it, it fades away |
| But in the interim, it was hard to see that way |
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| It's been a while, I've been out on my own |
| I'm in denial about living life alone |
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| I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid |
| I can't keep it together ever anyway |
| When every page is in disarray |
| I think we'll be okay |
| I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid |
| I can't keep it together ever anyway |
| When every page is in disarray |
| I think we'll be okay that way |
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| I thought it'd change when I got older |
| But the same year came over and over |
| And the only change that I could feel |
| Was the aging of my bones |
| And then in one October |
| When the sidewalk home was covered over |
| Well I don't know the method |
| But you pulled life from the loam |
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| It's been a while, I've been out on my own |
| And I'm in denial about living life alone |
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| I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid |
| I can't keep it together ever anyway |
| When every page is in disarray |
| I think we'll be okay |
| I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid |
| I can't keep it together ever anyway |
| When every page is in disarray |
| I think we'll be okay that way |
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