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She is trapped inside a month of gray |
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And they take a little every day |
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She is a victim of her own responses |
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Shackled to a heart that wants to settle |
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And then runs away |
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It's a sin to be fading endlessly |
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Yeah, but she's all right with me |
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She is leaving on a walkaway |
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She is leaving me in disarray |
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In the absence of a place to be |
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She stands there looking back at me |
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Hesitates, and then turns away |
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She'll change so suddenly |
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She's just like mercury |
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Yeah, but she's all right with me |
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Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds |
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For the things that die before their time |
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For the restlessly abandoned homes |
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The tired and weary rambler's bones |
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And stay beside me where I lie |
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She's entwined in me |
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Crazy as can be |
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Yeah, but she's all right with me |