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In the Cmidst of this nothing. This miss of a life. Still tAmhere's this wanting to see you go by. It's alFmost like lovin'. Sad as that is. May Cnot be cool, but it's Fso where I live.
It's Clike I'm your lover or more like your ghost. I Amspend the day wondering what you do, where you go. I Ftry and just kick it but what can I do. We've Call got our junk, and Fmy junk is you.
See us, Gwinter walking after a storm. It's chiAmll in the wind but it's warm in your arms. The stopF all snow line, Cmay not be true.G We've Call got our junk, and Fmy junk is youC.
Well, you'll Chave to excuse me, I know it's so off. I Amlove when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong. I go Fup to my room, turn the stereo on; CShoot up some you, and the Fyou is some song.
I Clie back just driftin' and play out these scenes I Amride on the rush of all the hopes and the dreams. I FMay be neglecting the things I should do. But Cwe've all got our junk, and my jFunk is you.
See we Gstill keep talkin' after you're gone. You stiAmll with me then feels so good in my arms. They saFy you go blind, Cmaybe it's true. G We've aCll got our junk, and Fmy junk is youC.
It's liFke we stop time.C What can I do?G We've aCll got our junk, and Fmy junk is youC. MFy junk is yCou. YFou. YFou. YFou.