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He takes another drink of what |
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Who knows no time to think |
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He'll wake up here tomorrow |
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Always alone |
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The letter next to him begins |
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"I miss you, Evelyn" |
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Then nothing more is written |
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This is no TV show |
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This is real and he knows |
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And the shadows from the window |
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Are casting shapes just like a puppet show |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Decisions he has made |
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The failures of a new decade |
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Inform his every movement |
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He has visions of atonement |
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The television says |
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"Beware, we're in our final days" |
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And a Blonde Canary Game Show |
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Fills up the screen |
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Oh Lord, she must be sixteen |
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And the shadows from the window |
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Are casting shapes just like a puppet show |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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And believing he could |
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He painfully stood |
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Holding the frame |
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And launched his aging body |
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Into the rain |
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She couldn't take the facts |
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She just could not keep up the act |
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She goes about her business |
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She is never alone |
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And this is no TV show |
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And the shadows from the window |
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Still casting shapes just like a puppet show |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
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Once in the night |
