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I dreamed about killing you again last night |
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And it felt alright to me |
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Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies |
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I sat and watched you bleed |
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Buried you alive in a fireworks display |
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Raining down on me |
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Your cold, hot blood |
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Ran away from me to the sea |
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I printed my name on the back of a leaf |
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And I watched it float away |
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The hope I had in a notebook full of white dry pages |
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Was all I tried to save |
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But the wind blew me back via Chicago |
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In the middle of the night |
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And not without fight |
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At the crush of veils and starlight |
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I know I'll make it back |
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One of these days |
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And turn on your TV |
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To watch a man with a face like mine |
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Being chased down a busy street |
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When he gets caught, I won't get up |
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And I won't go to sleep |
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I'm coming home |
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I'm coming home |
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Via Chicago |
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Where the cups are cracked and hooked |
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Above the sink |
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They make me think |
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Crumbling ladder tears don't fall |
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They shine down your shoulders |
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And crawling is screw faster lash |
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I blow it with kisses |
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I rest my head on a pillowy star |
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And a cracked-door moon |
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That says I haven't gone too far |
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I'm coming home |
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I'm coming home |
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I'm coming home |
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Via Chicago |
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Coming home |
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Coming home |
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Coming home |
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Searching for a home |
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Searching for a home |
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Searching for a home |
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Via Chicago |
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I'm coming home |
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I'm coming home |
