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In your world of admirers, lovers, hangers-on, |
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Bathroom mirrors, ghosts and fleeting friends |
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Your SOSs, your emotional messes |
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And your dramas without end |
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You're victories, wardrobe full of clothes you never wear |
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A vase of daffodils in your window |
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It's here I met the graveyard of my dreams |
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The ones I didn't want to know |
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We're learning, learning how to fall |
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We're learning, learning how to fall |
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Buried in the darkness, sitting naked in your chair |
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You're statue, indifferent to my stare |
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I came of beginning at your bed, |
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After a while, I forgot I was there |
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So I lost my body, lost Time but not my mind |
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Just like life after a death |
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Washed away in a raging river |
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And the coldness took away my breath |
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We're learning, learning how to fall x4 |
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Down a corridor of endless doors in a building of endless floors |
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We run, hand in hand |
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Searching for stupid things said in a clever way |
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Afraid we might not understand |
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We've forgotten the beating heart, breathing in and breathing out |
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How to see, touch and feel |
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We never want to come back down |
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When we've got to the top of the hill |