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He stands with his head in his hands |
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In the corridor in A&E |
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He couldn't resuscitate her |
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And now he'll go home to his wife for tea |
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We sing as the sky falls down |
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We sing as the sky collapses |
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And make what we can of this |
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It's okay, we're all going to end up dead and gone |
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He crawls into her aorta |
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To pull him out of his reverie |
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And mentally puts her back together |
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With sticks and glue until she breathes |
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He crawls like a rat inside her spine |
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It's a passage to another world |
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He pulls on a coat of new born skin |
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And sends a secret message to that girl |
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Positions himself in space |
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And looks down on such slight a thing |
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Swears he'll make what he can of this |
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Because one day out there we will all be dead |
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So leave your imprint upon |
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All the atoms you press against |
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All the people you press against |
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Because one day out there we will all be |
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Leave your imprint upon |
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Every mouth that you press against |
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Every word that you press against |
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It's okay because one day we will be dead |
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All the little lights |
