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Well i stare at the hole in my hands
And i watch you slip away
And i feel if i'd only done better than maybe i could make you stay
And i stare at the hole in my hands
And i can't remember things i say
Hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to day
Well i could but i don't
And i should but i won't
It's laughable
There's an empty space in my bed
My bed's too big these days
Even as i hold you i'm letting you go somewhere far away
There's an empty space in my heart
When my friends say, "boy, now you're free"
Cause freedom's not a ring around your finger
I can tell 'em its a memory
Well i could but i don't
And i should but i won't
It's laughable
Having to tell someone good bye
Having to find a place to hide
When all you feel these days is empty inside
Well i remember the last time we met
You held a stranger's hand
You introduced him to me and said, "can we try and be friends?"
Well i could but i don't
And i should but i won't
It's laughable
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