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Say a word that's quiet, not half the way there. Some days our future, it seems to hang on so tight. Come quickly now, the air hangs heavily today. Oh no, what is that crimson in the shade? Oh la,
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Oh, have I been too discreet?. How long am I supposed to wait?. I think about you nightly. Oh, can you tell I'm losing sleep? Oh, what am I supposed to do?. It's hard to stay cool. Oh, when you s
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We have forgotten so much since then. The scent of your breath again. Or maybe it's the way we fell don't fall. Stop looking out to pretend. Everything is still there We have forgotten so much sin
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To settle our thoughts. Never minding what for. Nothing of a harm to dread. On my mind So tell me what belies. Oh, tell me what I could have. Oh, oh, tell me what for No more of this living dying
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All my days they end too slow. And I wonder where I've left to go. Anyway, there's no such thing as company. I've discovered all I've got to do What is it that gets you through. Another day when I
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Out in the garden. There's half of a heaven. We're only bluffing. We're not ones for busting through walls But they've told us. Unless we can prove. That we're doing it. We can't have it all He'
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Come on, force it down. Im imagining. Oh, come on, force it down. Im imagining Imagining a place where. Homes are built on frames. And where they plant. New bulbs along our graves Each year with
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Orange lamps shine by willow bay. Ice covers from the lake to where I lay. In a state. In which I dream If you were here. Winter wouldn't pass quite so slow. And if you were here. Then I'd have
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When every little thing. You own is looking back. At you and starts to mean. Less than it ever did On every. On every inch of stone. Skin and cloth. Made to leave you Here you are, you are breat
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If I go to Gloucester you know I will. Wait there for you. The Rhumb Line is waiting there too. You know it's worth the nights we wait there. It all falls apart, apart. Come on. Come on. . If
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To settle our thoughts. Never minding what for. Nothing of a harm to dread. On my mind So tell me what belies. Oh, tell me what I could have. Oh, oh, tell me what for No more of this living dying
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When every little thing. You own is looking back. At you and starts to mean. Less than it ever did On every. On every inch of stone. Skin and cloth. Made to leave you Here you are, you are breat
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