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I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
I gotta let them know that I'm leaving.
Everything behind me
and politely I don't wanna hurt their feelings. Oh no.
I'll need to come back
and I wanna explain why I had to leave them sleeping.
The answer's in the air but I really don't care.
'Cos I couldn't really keep on
breathing the smoke.
And every time when I painted my room.
