50 Ways To Say Goodbye

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

    She went down in an airplane
    Fried getting sun-tanned
    Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
    Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
    She met a shark on the water
    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 super man
    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:

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    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 in a east side nightclub
    Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
    And ways to say you died!

    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 sun-tanned
    Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
    Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
    She met a shark on the water
    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 in an east side nightclub
    Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
    And ways to say you died!

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    Composition: Espen Lind, Bjorklund Amund, and Pat Monahan

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