Don't you worry baby i told you i was coming home.
I went into the back fell between the cracks all alone.
So when you say you did well i say you didn't.

When you roll your eyes i think you're kidding.
It's a memory; that we could never be.
And it's big and black it's stuck on your shoulder.

And it drags you down it makes you feel older.
It's a photograph all that we never had.
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And it's a cardboard box stuck in a corner.
It's your back wood talk i'll make it in tone.

It's your funny ring. midas is everything.
And it's the call i made when you were looking.
It's the slack i gave i read in a book.

It's a magazine all that you've never seen.
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It's a lot

And it's not what you thought
It's a lot


Don't you worry baby i told you i was coming home.
I would never leave you there waiting in your chair all alone.
So when you say you did well i say you didn't.

When you roll your eyes i think you're kidding.
It's a memory; all we could never be.
It's a lot (it's a lot) × 7

It's a lot
And it's not what you thought
It's a lot


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