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The car is up on blocks |
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The engine will not turn |
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The rain comes through the roof |
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The wind has called in sick |
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The anchor will not drop |
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As the ship drifts towards the rocks |
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The trees have all gone bad |
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Their trunks have turned to stone |
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The workers have moved on |
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The door is rusted shut |
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The windows boarded up |
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The street lamps have burned out |
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Don't say that |
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The grow of the machine |
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A steady beeping pulse |
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Measure out the long nights by your side |
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The paleness of your skin |
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The stillness of your hands |
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Unfamiliar in fluorescent light |
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I wash my face |
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Wait for you to wave |
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And ask me if I'm ready to go home |
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But you don't say that (x4) |
