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I'll lie down for the last time |
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and fall far, Ill fall well away from her |
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And I insist that I'll be dearly missed |
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(please, say never) |
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I'll pour down like water |
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and In between the sky and doubt |
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we talked about 'forever' |
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all our other useless words. |
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Until I say "In his silent sound was the |
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peace I found" but she hides behind |
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her eyelids. and I feel the breath from |
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her nose on my neck as it blows by |
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the warmth passes me (like her love did) |
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"But a tree once cut down |
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came up new from the ground" |
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and she smiles a lie, "That may very well be," |
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she replies "and so it goes, |
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it's the devil, I suppose but it doesnt matter much to me." |
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Put music to our troubles |
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and we'll dance them away. |
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From my left eye flow tears of joy |
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and sorrow from my right. |
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"You might seem too strong to surrender, |
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boy, but you're far too frail to fight." |
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That old dull pain beats in my brain |
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and falls down my back into every limb-- |
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And its more of the same |
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as the warmth that I seem to lack, |
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you'll neither find in him. |
