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It was a hot and sultry afternoon |
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Sometime at the end of June |
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We had collapsed ourselves in shade somewhere |
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To conclude our love affair |
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But it was too damn hot to speak that much |
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It felt easier to touch |
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So we forgot to fall apart that day |
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And the next day |
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It was a cold and endless sky above |
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When he decided he was through with love |
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The leaves were piles of skeletons |
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And he was only skin and bones |
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And then he went to the bridge so he could fall |
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And drop down far away from it all |
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But the water looked so black and deep |
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That he closed his eyes and he went to sleep |
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Til the next day |
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The snow fell hard from five to five |
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You had to drink to stay alive |
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But you were hoping it would kill you too |
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At least you'd have something changing you |
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Cause you were cold as the ice at your front door |
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You raised a trembling glass and shouted, "**** the war!" |
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And then you fell into oblivion |
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Lying on your bed with your shoes on |
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Til the next day |
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Baby close your eyes until tomorrow |
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It could bring joy it could bring sorrow |
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But it will come sure as light |
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Try not to dream a dream tonight |
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Imagine that you're standing here |
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And suddenly you disappear |
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A thread cut with a carving knife |
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That is what they call our life |
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Baby close your eyes until tomorrow |
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It could bring joy it could bring sorrow |
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But it will come sure as light |
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Try not to dream a dream tonight |
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Imagine that you're standing here |
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And suddenly you disappear |
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A thread cut with a carving knife |
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That is what they call our life |
