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Everything that happened here |
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Cannot happen when you're dead |
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She safely said |
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Worry when you wake tonight |
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Is it all in your head? |
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So you want to run, deny |
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No time to sit and rest |
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Or re-address |
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All that comes to you |
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When you're picturing the nest |
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And he never understands |
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That the photo in the drawer |
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Is all you're looking for |
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Blue to grey, then back again |
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Watch the fading paper wall |
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Scratching at the window glass |
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Trees along the ledge |
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Are they in your head? |
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Creepers beat-beat-beat tonight |
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Picturing the nest |
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The sight at sixteen |
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Of the son she never had |
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Once she had a dream |
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Of the ones she'll never have |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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You're only half a person now |
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So fold over what is left |
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To be addressed |
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What you want when you wake tonight |
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Is it all in your head? |
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So you turn over, lie |
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Cradling this perfect mess |
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This home-made dress |
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You've seen what comes to those |
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Who put a picture in the nest |
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The sight at sixteen |
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Of the one she'll never have |
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Once she had a dream |
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Of the son she'll never have |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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The sight at sixteen |
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Of the ones she'll never have |
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Once she had a dream |
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Of the son she'll never have |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Your ending |
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Whoa-oh-oh |
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Ahh... |
