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When you're fifty years old
and it's Christmas and nobody calls you
and all that you can think to do
is just sit there and shoot all your friends
and all their children too

There are so many ways
we've come up with to say
wish you were here

Why is it
we're scared to death of something
Why's the world hilarious and sad
Why is it the sweetest sound I ever heard
is still inside my own head

If you could only go inside of there
you'd think you'd died and gone to bed

If someone wants to play my songs
after I'm dead and gone
nobody will be happier
than my dead body

I want to get outta this world
and be all right
I want to check outta this world
tonight
I want to fly outta my body
above
the unbearable
sadness
of love

When you ask someone
you thought was a friend for a favor
and she can't bring herself to bother to say no
So there you are afloat on your own star
so far so not so good solo

thinking up new ways
to come up with to say
wish you were here

I want to get outta this world
and be all right
I want to check outta this world
tonight
I want to fly outta my body
above
the unbearable
sadness
of love


the unbearable
sadness
of love

the unbreakable
unshakeable
at times untakeable
sadness
of love