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Everyone here, is wondering what it's like to be with somebody else. Everyone here's to blame, everyone here gets caught up in the pleasure of the pain, everyone hides shades of shame, but looking inside we're the same, we're the same. And we're all grown now, but we don't know how to get it back to good. Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about somebody else. It's best if we all keep this under our heads... I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do. But it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now. There's no getting back to good.