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We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial |
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Lie with me |
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I said and lying's what she always did and always will. |
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All these thoughts keep leading back to him. |
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And no signs from |
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Cinema.No city skyline. |
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No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o' clock |
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Your voice skips as it always did and always will |
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All these thoughts keep leading back |
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It's the light from your sunless room |
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Scattered in pieces all around you. |
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Recession of these thoughtless forms |
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Reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death in time |
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We heard Ian |
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Curtis kill himself again in your bed. |
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In these 24 hours we stretched into a room filled with "Heart and Soul." |
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This is the way. |
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Step inside and march in the procession of empty hearts. |
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Love has torn us apart. |
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It's a part of me a part of you in time we're falling apart together. |