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noone's ever coming round here no not ever anymore |
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rapping on the window or a'knocking on the kitchen door |
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noone's really taking any trouble like I used to see |
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people dropping by as if the twilight was an amnesty |
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saying this is harder than I ever thought was possible |
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can't hide it anymore because the truth is indestructible |
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wear it like a sickness that I didn't catch too easily |
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like I'm waiting till someone with a shovel comes to bury me |
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silence has got to be broken |
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sleeping and then you are woken |
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eyes come open to see |
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something has got to be spoken |
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everything must be forsaken |
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you' ve been taken |
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from me |
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free you |
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but I can't free you |
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no I can't free you |
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whatever I do |
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have you ever suffered through the days of summer lost in blue |
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hoping that the one thing that you need will heed and come to you |
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watching as the clock forgets and drops its sense of courtesy |
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listening to songs that once were friends but now are enemies |
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silence has got to be broken |
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sleeping and then you are woken |
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eyes come open to see |
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something has got to be spoken |
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everything must be forsaken |
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you' ve been taken |
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from me |
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free you |
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but I can't free you |
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no I can't free you |
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whatever I do |