| A chance encounter in a mutual place,
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| a sea of strangers, a familiar face.
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| A conversation catching up on recent times.
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| She’ll be okay now if she stays sat down,
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| but she’s persuaded to a club in town
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| another gain to her list of recent crimes.
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| I wouldn’t say that what I’ve done is wrong,
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| feel out of place now where I’d once belong
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| and when you look at it and put it in perspective
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| it looks bad, and you know that you can’t deny it.
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| A missing person with a missing tale,
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| a deeper breath before my next exhale
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| I must be on a happy holiday.
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| So all the mileage didn’t count for much
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| There’s no hard feelings but, won’t be in touch.
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| Your choosy memory forgot the things I’ve done.
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| So leave her out of this, it’s not her fight,
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| she saw a glimmer in a faded light.
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| It’s not a war, so I haven’t lost or won.
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| I wouldn’t say that what I’ve done is wrong,
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| feel out of place now where I’d once belong
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| and when you look at it and put it in perspective
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| it looks bad, and you know that you can’t deny it.
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| A missing person with a missing tale,
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| a deeper breath before my next exhale
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| I must be on a happy holiday.
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| It takes two sides to argue and it takes two sides to fight,
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| all the witnesses can tell you that this side is really right.
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| Exaggerated stories or just plain and downright lies,
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| I guess I call it freedom and you call it my demise.
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| I wouldn’t say that what I’ve done is wrong,
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| feel out of place now where I’d once belong
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| and when you look at it and put it in perspective
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| it looks bad, and you know that you can’t deny it.
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| A missing person with a missing tale,
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| a deeper breath before my next exhale
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| I must be on a happy holiday. |