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All alone 
On the floor 
Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress 
The door 
Is ajar 
From afar 
You can hear bands practicing 

And When they dream they all 
Dream of somebody like you 
Somebody who takes what they make 
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do 
And when you dream 
You dream of a day... 

When you find something you could love half as much 
As you love all your little round mirrors 
See yourself reflected in one, theres a hole in the middle 
You can't seem to fill 

Bring them home 
Watch them go 
All you know is you hope they'll hurry back 
And you cry 
Then you lie your frail body down 
Like a penny on a railroad track 
And even if they stay in touch 
The past stays in the past 
But every time 
You crash a little bit harder than the last 
And every time you crash don't you 

Wanna find something you could love 
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors 
See yourself reflected in one 
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill 

A shooting star is 
A little piece of 
Cosmic debree desperately wanting to fall to earth 
It doesn't get too far 
It's not a real star 
It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir 
Shoulder to shoulder 
Up on our tip-toes 
Chewing our fingers 
And craning our necks 
Just to see 
Quite the collection 
Divide by section 
It's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone 

On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress 
The door 
Still ajar 
There you are and now you're coming to stay until 

You can find someone who will love you as much 
As you love all your little round mirrors 
Murdering your tired, cold blood 
There's a whole in the middle you can't seem to fill

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