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A car missing its engine
The earth, without the sun
A book of empty pages
A cop without a gun
A church with no believers
A star without a name
A fight with no good reason
And the tracks without a train
That's what I am
Since you left
Nothing round here
Makes any sense
It's a shame that God went through such trouble
To make me all I am
But without your love
I'm just a waste
Of blood and bones and skin
I know
I should be thankful
For my blood and bones and skin
I'm as healthy as a horse, they say
But without a race to win
I'm as pointless as a guillotine
In a room of petty thieves
Or a teenage boy
With a rake in his hand
Staring up, at all the leaves
That's what I am
Since you left
Nothing round here
Makes any sense
It's a shame that God went through such trouble
To make me all I am
But without your love
I'm just a waste
Of blood and bones and skin
Yeah, without your love
I'm just a waste
Of blood and bones and skin
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