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Beside the drum kit in the basement |
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I was trying to get to sleep |
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I heard your voice come through the floorboards |
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On my answering machine |
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But by the time I reached the phone's ring |
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The only thing still singing was the dialtone |
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I couldn't find you in my dreams |
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So I went out into the night |
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I heard you talking somewhere soft |
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Your voice bounced off a satellite |
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But by the time I reached the place |
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From where the sound originated |
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You were gone |
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But I smelled summer in those letters |
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That you sprayed with your perfume |
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I breathed your breath |
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And I was left swaying with the curtains in the room |
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In the knowledge you would leave me |
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Beneath the angry April moon where you first found me |
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You've got one too many lovers |
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But you're still my only friend |
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And you got more secret admirers |
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Than there are snakes in the garden |
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And by the time you're finished kissing |
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Whoever's come around hissing |
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You're spitting out poison |
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And all the people have their reasons |
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For the things they think they have to do |
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But none of the reasons you're speaking |
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Sound anything like the truth |
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Each one sounds like a composite |
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Each one sounds like a new excuse for letting go |
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So let go |
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If all that's left is letting go |
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As the x-ray clearly shows |
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This thing was broken long ago |
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The bars will close |
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And the ashtrays overflow |
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I won't be there on Thursday night |
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But I hope you all have fun |
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You may not recognize my absence |
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But I won't be the only one |
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Who goes missing from your party |
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As the stitches come undone |
