I drove through Berlin tonight.
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Straight shot down the highway and through my chest.
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And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile.
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I walked around this rainy college campus
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on a Sunday for three hours.
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I thought about home and how you wouldnĄŻt be there.
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And I thought of me and how you just donĄŻt care.
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But I could swear I saw your reflection
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in the puddle of rain on the concrete.
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You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek.
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And I can swear I feel the dissection
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of the whole me when you leave.
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And IĄŻve grown to hate this connection that I weave.
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I drowned you in alcohol last night.
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But you poked air holes through my chest.
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You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind.
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Connections wearing thin.
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Disconnect
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| Man Overboard |
