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I'm lying as far out |
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Towards the edge |
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As possible |
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So far out |
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That i'm almost tripping over |
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You lie behind me |
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Your breath is heavy |
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You're sleeping |
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There are some screws |
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That are coming loose |
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From two holes in the wall |
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The plaster's sifting down |
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Resting like sleep-sand in my eyes |
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There's a cabinet (Hanging over my bed) |
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Filled with all my secret things (Filled with all my secret things) |
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Every night i lie (Staring at it) |
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I'm so afraid that it will fall down |
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Onto my face |
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I know what is keeping |
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My cabinet from falling down |
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It's very a small bird |
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Made of ceramics |
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Fastened by a thread |
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To the bottom of the cabinet |
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When you're awake |
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You play around with it |
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Then i get so scared |
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That the thread won't be strong enough |
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I'm hiding my head under the pillow |
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Hoping that |
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The bird won't fly away |
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There's a cabinet (Hanging above my bed) |
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Filled with all my secrets things (Filled with secret things) |
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Every night i lie (Staring up at it) |
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I'm so afraid that it will fall down ' |
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Cause what if the cabinet (Were to fall down) |
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And what if it hit my face (Would you get frightened by) |
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The things that you would see (The things that you would see) |
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Or would try to mend it (Would you even try) |
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There's a cabinet |
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Hanging above my bed |
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Filled with secret things |
