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As i drove away over the dead leaves of your southern town |
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I watched you wave and wave - in the mirror i saw you wave |
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As the autumn fell - until i made my turn and i said oh well |
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This could well bee the last time i see your beautiful hands |
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Your frozen hands your trembling hands that could not hold on |
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To any heart that's warm to any lie that's cold your hands |
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Were made to burn in the sun |
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I like to get there safe i like to get my sleep |
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Selfish with my time like it was something i could keep |
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Oh but you know the truth it never helped you much |
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It only beat it drum it woke sleeping beauty up too much |
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It woke her up too much x2 |
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The bankers the liars and the thieves |
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They want to sell you into a life of fear |
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They call it a plan that will make you free |
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But nothings free - you taught me that my dear |
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No one can love the way you love |
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With the blind purity of a honey bee |
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But now that sweetness feels like a mistake i grieve |
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It poisons my life - becomes a prison i don't want to leave |
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As i drove away over the dead leaves |
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And merged into the stream of those who know their lines |
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Stagnant reason why we travel so far away from our hearts |
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Like flies caught in jars |
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Little flies buzzing in cars |
