| 6:00am, day after Christmas
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| I throw some clothes on in the dark
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| The smell of cold, car seat is freezing
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| The world is sleeping, I am numb
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| Up the stairs to her apartment
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| She is balled up on the couch
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| Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
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| They’re not home to find us out
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| And we drive
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| Now that I have found someone
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| I’m feeling more alone
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| Than I ever have before
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| She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
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| Off the coast and I’m headed nowhere
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| She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
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| They call her name at 7:30
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| I pace around the parking lot
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| Then I walk down to buy her flowers
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| And sell some gifts that I got
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| Can’t you see
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| It’s not me you’re dying for?
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| Now she’s feeling more alone
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| Than she ever has before
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| She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
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| Off the coast and I’m headed nowhere
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| She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
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| As weeks went by, it showed that she was not fine
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| They told me, «Son, it’s time to tell the truth»
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| And she broke down and I broke down
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| 'Cause I was tired of lying
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| Driving back to her apartment
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| For the moment, we’re alone
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| Yeah, she’s alone, and I’m alone
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| And now I know it
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| She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly
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| Off the coast and I’m headed nowhere
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| She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly |