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The horse with the wings never turned up for the party |
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And I wonder how long til he comes looking for me |
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So I wait in the room by the river and |
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I watch the world go by |
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And I hear a girl cry and |
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I notice the sound it comes from my own mouth |
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And I hear your words "What have I done now? What have I done now?" |
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I look to the wall and you look to the hallway |
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And you say, "I'm sorry for whatever it is," |
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And I feel myself groan cause |
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I know I've lived alone with you here for years now |
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And the scratching of the metal as you're putting on the kettle |
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Makes my skin crawl and |
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I feel small, |
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And the birds they slip through the cracks in the glass |
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And there's blood on the floor |
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When will this day break? |
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When will my heart ache? |
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When will this day break? |
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When will |
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I find my place? |
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Don't talk to me like |
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I'm a shell you found on the beach |
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And you put to your ear and you hear how clear |
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I sound, And you say, "Sing me a song," like |
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I've nothing better to do than sing songs for you |
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And you hang me on the wall so |
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I'm taller than before |
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And I feel like |
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I might fall but |
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I don't I hang there quietly watching the life we lead |
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Like it's a prize |
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I could never win |
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A sea I could never swim |
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When will this day break? |
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When will my heart ache? |
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When will this day break? |
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When will |
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I find my place? |
