Chris Garneau the cats kids

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I'm making myself sick,
tryna' live with things you live with,
you're better than me.
Make haste go quick,
and get us used to things we're stuck with.
We're never gonna get used to the fact that she,
She's not coming back,
she's not coming back,
she's not coming back,
she's not coming back.
The cats we let outside,
and then we let them inside to cry.
To cry.
The kids we left inside,
the men we let them (?).
And then we set hearts aside.
I'm nicer to strangers than you,
I'm going with them and we're leaving soon.
We'll be leaving soon.
We're not coming back,
we're not coming back,
we're not coming back,
we're not coming back.

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