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Who are you |
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To offer me |
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Any comfort? |
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Who are you |
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To see me inside? |
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The city map |
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Collapsed and cast upon the river |
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Past embassies, I drive |
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By the starlit reservoir, we park in our best |
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I straighten my brother's tie |
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Too late now to face the crowd |
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Sudden death, we have suffered and survived |
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With the plastic off |
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With a past that's told |
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I'm the fingerprints on the picture |
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I'm the Christmas tree on the ground |
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I'm the fingerprints on the picture |
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I'm the last of the echoes no one heard |
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I was told I would get it when I got older |
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The losing hands, the moving vans |
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Seems to me now there is no getting over |
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Now there's only getting back |
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Welcome home with those empty arms |
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Where is your loving woman? |
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(She has moved on) |
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I'm the fingerprint on the picture |
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I'm the Christmas tree on the ground |
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I'm the fingerprints on the picture |
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I'm the last of the echoes of the goodbye no one heard |
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The goodbye no one heard |
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The goodbye no one heard |
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The goodbye no one heard |