| Jason Dean: Greetings and salutations… you a Heather?
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| Veronica Sawyer: No, I’m a Veronica, Sawyer
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| Veronica Sawyer: This may seem like a really stupid question…
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| Jason Dean: There are no stupid questions
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| Little brain, tell me, where’d you go?
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| I’m waiting outside your window
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| I’m very sad you left me out in the cold
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| I’ve looked at all the places you might be
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| You used to fill me up with such glee
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| Why have you abandoned me?
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| Where have you gone, my little brain?
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| They’ll never know that me like then
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| Is that something that I’ll miss?
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| 'Cause once you’re gone, I’m gone, that’s it, that’s it
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| They’ll never notice me like then
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| I’ll be pieces of my friends
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| Is this where I finally start and end?
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| Little friend, tell me, where’d you go?
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| You pierce the skin and watch it flow
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| An open wound to make it slow
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| I swore the last time that we spoke
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| That everything would change
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| But then you reared your ugly head
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| Seems everything’s been rearranged
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| And these 4 AM nights
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| Have got me down and out again
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| And I’ve been clinging onto hopes
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| That I would see you soon, my friend
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| Where did you go, my little friend?
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| They’ll never know that me like then
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| Is that something that I’ll miss?
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| 'Cause once you’re gone, I’m gone, that’s it, that’s it
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| They’ll never notice me like then
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| I’ll be pieces of my friends
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| Is this where I finally start and end?
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| And these 4 AM nights
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| Have got me down and out, again
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| And I’ve been clinging onto hopes
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| That I would see you soon, my friend
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| Little brain, tell me, where’d you go?
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| I’m waiting outside your window
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| I’m very sad you left me out in the cold
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| That I would see you soon, my friend
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| That I would see you soon, my friend |