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I can't count and I can't think straight |
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I lost you this afternoon |
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Now it's raining so I think I'll sleep in late |
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I can't think of anything to do |
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And I could say that I'm not afraid |
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but you'll find out anyway |
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Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip. |
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I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet |
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Just a singing boy whose songs were worn |
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like zippered scars waiting to be born |
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All the doctors and all the medicine |
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Insurance men keep you alive |
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All the times I should have been there |
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Keeping hope above your bed at night |
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So when I tell you I'm not alone |
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I'm just pretending someone else is home |
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Little bits of cloud go on and bite your lip. |
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I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet |
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Just a singing boy whose songs were worn |
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Like zippered scars waiting to be born |
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(sorry vampire) |
