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The rent-a-cops are sleeping |
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There's nobody to watch me pass |
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And the trees have been weeping |
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Their tears are still upon the grass |
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You're the drink I could not swallow |
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You're the cinder in my eye |
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I walk among the stones again in the place we said goodbye |
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Why should I try to hang on? |
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When the world keeps shutting me out |
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I've done everything wrong |
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Since you fell off the face of the earth |
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Since you fell off the face of the earth |
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Now as the stars are dying |
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I hide my head behind the wall |
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There's seven kinds of sorrow |
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And darling I can name them all |
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You're the path I could not follow |
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To the place where no one cries |
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I walk among the stones again in the place we said goodbye |
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Why should I try to hang on? |
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When the world keeps shutting me out |
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I've done everything wrong |
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Since you fell off the face of the earth |
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Since you fell off the face of the earth... |
