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I was thinking
now I'm sinking in a dead sea
that is you and me
you're in nyc and yet again
we're off again the sun is so far away
it's out my window
it's about to go away
nothing stays
you'll be far away before the end of day
somewhere, another state
you're here now and it's only pain
you're with the sun
you're so far away
I'm stuck here glued to my sheets
ones you'll never see
the shades are closed
I'm depressed and no one knows
I want you to want me
but I've become a insignificant part of new jersey
as you pass through, do you think of me thinking of you?
Every love song is now a pain to get through
because I know it's not about me, not about you
these words are merely words I've already heard
but this pain is something I've felt
I can't express it, I need something else
