If I woke up tomorrow
And there's no one there
He packed up his stuff
And brought his Mamma's chair
Everything was gone, like he was never my friend
He left no Traces
Except his cigarette ends
Don't know where he's gone
And I don't know why
Everything has changed
In the blink of an eye
I won't try to fight
No I won't even cry
Life has a funny way of dealing with that guy
So I'll try
To let it all go from here
Yea I'll try
To stick to what I know from here
So I'll try
To let it all go from here
Yeah, I'll try
To stick to what I know
Mmm... I'll try
Mmm... I'll Try
If I woke up tomorrow
And there's no one there
He packed up his stuff
And brought his Mamma's chair
Everything was gone, like he was never my friend
He left no Traces
Except his cigarette ends
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm

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