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Some escape, some door to open |
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This path seems the blackest |
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But I guess it's the soonest |
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But there in the clearing |
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I know you'll be wearing |
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Your young aching smile |
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And waving your hand |
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Can't go with my heart |
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When I can't feel what's in it |
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I thought you'd come over |
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But for some reason you didn't |
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Glass on the pavement under my shoe |
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Without you is all my life amounts to |
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A final sleep |
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No words from my cutting mouth to your ear |
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Or taut wicked pinches |
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From my fingers to your bitter face |
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That I can't heal |
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I know tomorrow you will be |
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Somewhere in London, living with someone |
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You've got some kind of family there to turn to |
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And that's more than I could ever give you |
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A chance for calm, a hope for freedom |
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Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom |
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By the forest of our spring stay |
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Where you walked away |
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And left a bleeding part of me |
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Empty and bothered, watching the water |
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Quiet in the corner, numb and falling through |
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Without you, what does my life amount to? |
