| I saw your picture and I don’t know where it stops
|
| You stand in the parking lot, kickin' up rocks
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| And I’m, I’m being a general shrew
|
| Makin' a face, givin' in too
|
| Your sister never had another normal year
|
| Your little brother had a terrible fear
|
| And I know you’re never comin' back from the dead
|
| I saw your friends at your building and they all said:
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| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh
|
| We could all see it comin' along
|
| Nobody could get through…
|
| And when they sent you back to Boston
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| Your best friend called, she said «Stephanie lost some»
|
| But it, it was nothing compared to this, no…
|
| I thought I caught 'em underestimating everything
|
| I was exhausted from investigating every single modicum
|
| Of bitterness and nothing less than levitating
|
| Every day’s a dime a dozen, everyone’s a wolf in waiting
|
| You know you make it so hard on yourself
|
| You are the ghost of 18
|
| I recognize it, 'cause I do the same thing
|
| Isn’t that what everybody knows?
|
| I don’t know anybody else that could give up so much so fast
|
| You were still so when the dirty old drunks pass
|
| Let it go, let it go…
|
| You always want to know
|
| If I hear where you go
|
| But I don’t hear anything anymore…
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh
|
| I saw your picture and I don’t know where it stops
|
| You stand in the parking lot, kickin' up rocks
|
| And I’m, I’m being a general shrew
|
| Makin' a face, givin' in too
|
| Your sister never had another normal year
|
| Your little brother had a terrible fear
|
| And I know you’re never comin' back from the dead
|
| I saw your friends at your building and they all said:
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh
|
| We could all see it comin' along
|
| Nobody could get through…
|
| And when they sent you back to Boston
|
| Your best friend called, she said «Stephanie lost some»
|
| But it, it was nothing compared to this, no…
|
| I thought I caught 'em underestimating everything
|
| I was exhausted from investigating every single modicum
|
| Of bitterness and nothing less than levitating
|
| Every day’s a dime a dozen, everyone’s a wolf in waiting
|
| You know you make it so hard on yourself
|
| You are the ghost of 18
|
| I recognize it, 'cause I do the same thing
|
| Isn’t that what everybody knows?
|
| I don’t know anybody else that could give up so much so fast
|
| You were still so when the dirty old drunks pass
|
| Let it go, let it go…
|
| You always want to know
|
| If I hear where you go
|
| But I don’t hear anything anymore…
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh
|
| Oh-ay-oh, oh-ay-oh… |