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In the breathless hush of 4 a.m. |
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In the dark sits a sad cliche. |
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Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars |
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Tell me how this came to be |
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Sleeplessness talk to me |
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She'd say over and over again |
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Fumbling through a cut glass vase |
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Passing lipstick, cotton spools |
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Burning jealous pictures of marraiges of friends |
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You never asked to be |
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The glutton of sympathy |
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She says over and over again that this is the end |
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Cause I see it in your eyes |
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What you don't know, time to let go |
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I see it in your eyes |
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There is so much more out there to be learned |
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Such mournful words on this snowwhite vacant page |
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All the lessons that she learns she packs away |
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Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy |
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She writes over and over again |
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Tossing turning roll away |
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Indescision won't you ever make up your mind |
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Lifetime Nightime wake the day |
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Cause tomorrow will see if you've had your fill of sympathy |
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Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy? |
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Don't you know the stars are all fading let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile |
