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The birds along the power lines |
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Have taken to the air |
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The cat up in the window looks |
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But doesn't seem to care |
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There wasn't any warning |
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And she didn't pack her bags |
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But I still miss her singing voice |
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The conversation lags |
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(Come to me you heavy laden |
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Come to me and I will give you rest) |
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The gravedigger's sad for all the things |
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The things that go unsaid |
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It's hard to have a life |
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While you are living in your head |
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Now that she is missing |
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I can see most of the snags |
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But I still miss her laughingWhen the conversation lags |
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(Come to me you heavy laden |
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Come to me and I will give you rest) |
