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Grey skies forming up ahead |
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You light up like a cigarette |
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Records playing on the set |
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We dont have a long time left |
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You call out, you call out every time |
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I pass thru the hall |
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That's where your pictures are |
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You call out, you call out every time |
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I sing out a note |
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There go the words you spoke |
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Packing up is turning in |
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One last look before your eyes grow dim |
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Lay your silhouette on the bed |
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And ask my where my mind has been |
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Where my mind has been |
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You call out, you call out every time |
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I pass thru the hall |
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That's where your pictures are |
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You call out, you call out every time |
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I sing out a note |
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There go the words you spoke |
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And i never thought i'd have |
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A reason to go back |
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But as it turns out, |
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What we made is still there |
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Reflecting off the glass |
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And stitching up the tears |
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You've got one eye on the house |
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A crooked roof to be straightened out |
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You keep the other on the sky |
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Simple life just takes some time |
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Just takes some time |
