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Carlita |
Well after today I’ll never see you
And you’ll be left with your life
Collecting all your souvenirs
I’ll never get it right
Empty man hollow man
I call myself a hermit
My self esteem contingent on
The way you look at me
I’m hanging on your words
Yeah I’m reading
All your thoughts
If only I could be you now
Cause you got the control
Empty man lonely man
I call myself depressed
I’m finding ways to avoid you
At the expense of sanity
I’m hanging on your words
And I’d like to share a thought
I know I can’t be you now
But I’d like to stay a while
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