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My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should

You said, "It's meant to be"
That, "It's not you, it's me"
You're leaving now for my own good

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That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say

She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes

She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Someday I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours)

She'll think I'm Superman
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?

That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say

She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes

She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

Oh
Oh
Oh

I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to love
But you don't want to

That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say

She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes

She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies

She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes

She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

Writer(s): Espen Lind, Amund Bjorklund, Pat Monahan

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