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(Featuring Randi Laubek) |
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The good is yet to come |
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is what I'm hanging from |
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With frozen fingers |
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and one parched eye on |
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the match box jam below |
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Still there's something ghatsly |
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on the tiles above me |
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A persuasion to give in |
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You can't caress me |
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You cannot catch me |
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The catch is 22 |
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Don't fear the ghost of no one |
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Down here it's always you and me |
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Safe grounds you can rely on |
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Safe hands to guide you when we flee |
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In the cold intangible |
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my breath is visible |
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like silver flakes of snow |
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I'll gaze at glaciers |
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Through icy crystals |
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From this side of the glass |
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Outside the ghost of no one |
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wuts for the cracks to let her in |
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Safe walls you can rely on |
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I would never let her grace you skin. |