| What the hell is your name?
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| And can you explain this mess?
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| It seems you’re playing a game
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| Where you only know how to take out the best
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| 'Cause if assholes could fly
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| This place would be busier than O’Hare
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| There’s proof in the sky
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| It’s as thick as our skulls, yet it’s thinner than air
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| I have something to say
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| If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest
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| Get it off right away
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| 'Cause if you don’t, then, it won’t be in peace that you rest
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| That we all go away to a better place, I’m told
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| It all sounds well and fine
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| But without you around, I feel nothing but cold
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| And I now have nothing
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| But your heartbeat in my head
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| And a photograph of my traveling friend
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| So what the hell is your name?
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| And can you explain this mess?
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| It seems you’re playing a game
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| Where you only know how to take out the best
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| 'Cause if assholes could fly
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| This place would be busier than O’Hare
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| There’s proof in the sky
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| It’s as thin as our skulls, yet it’s thicker than air
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| And I now have nothing
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| But your heartbeat in my head
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| And a photograph of my traveling friend
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| And I became nothing
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| When I found out you were dead
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| When I found out I’d never see you again
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| And all the time they took talking in circles
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| To get them off the hook would take miracle workers
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| We’re nowhere near prepared
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| There’s no way of knowing
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| Why don’t they just admit they’re scared, 'cause it’s already showing
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| And I now have nothing
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| But your heartbeat in my head
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| And a photograph of my traveling friend
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| And I became nothing
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| When I found out you were dead
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| When I found out I’d never see you again |