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Mostly all the time will go to you Coming up for air for all the people who Recognize the sadness in a stranger with less to lose Shoop-eh-doop We get comfortable with our detachment to our oldest friends And you got me here where I'm left alone I'm not the only thing you ever left If I were to spoil a victory Or accept all of your trust and praise in spite of me Will you recognize in my voice before I leave? Shoop-eh-doop We sit on a crowded ship It's not the ending that's the tragic part If you'd get off my shoulders and sit beside me we would both be fine From Letras Mania