You come into my life

And then you go away

You make me feel like a fool

For wanting you to stay

But i'm a busy guy

A lot of things to do

But there's a reason why

Some of them just seem to lose their flavor



I feel like death warmed up

I can't taste the coffee in my cup

I feel so low i'm underground

Every time you're not around



And if i didn't feel so high

And if i didn't feel so proud

Then i wouldn't cry

I wouldn't feel so down

When you're not around



You come and fill me up

With ecstasy and pain

And then i run on empty

'til i see you again

But i've got things to do

And places i can go

I guess i can't blame you

If some of them just seem to feel like nowhere



No, i don't feel so great

I can't taste the sandwich on my plate

I try to sing but there's no sound

Every time you're not around



And if i didn't feel so high

And if i didn't feel so proud

Then i wouldn't cry

I wouldn't feel so down

When you're not around




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