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Counting stars and passing cars on the interstate. The end is near, I feel it dear, but I am not afraid. 


I've seen the signs. I watch you as you pull yourself away from me. Can't believe, I want to believe, how can I believe? You're making me doubt. I thought I knew you, I don't even know myself. 



Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days. And the people I meet always go their separate ways. Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink. And times when you're alone, all you do is think. 


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