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Listen, can you hear? |
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I've turned around |
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I've turned around |
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So you can fear, no one, anymore |
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The ghosts in the garden |
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Won't recognize you anymore |
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And the long stretch of highway |
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Won't spit you back home |
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Remember the crack in the window |
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Was caused by loneliness and not by time |
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Remember time is always long and cold |
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And set on the track by a child |
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TV's humming in the afternoon |
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Your heart won't be coming soon |
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Sat through 'till day passed |
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Watching sand in an hourglass |
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You say you'll go away some day |
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I say you'll never find me anyway |
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The first time that you said you'd love me dear |
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Was the last time that we could be near |
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Forever |
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TV shows in the afternoon |
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Pass the time, |
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"You'll be coming soon" |
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Hear the sounds of the setting sun |
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The silence cuts through the heart of love |
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TV shows bleed into the hall |
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Now I can't pay attention at all |
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The sound squeezes my head tight |
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The blank tone and the crawling night |
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You say you'll go away some day |
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I say you'll never find me anyway |
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The first time that you said you'd love me dear |
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Was the last time that we could be near |
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Forever |
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TV's humming in the afternoon |
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Your heart won't be coming soon |
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Sat through 'till day passed |
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Watching sand in an hourglass |
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TV shows in the afternoon |
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Pass the time, |
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"You'll be coming soon" |
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Hear the sounds of the setting sun |
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The silence cuts through the heart of love |
