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My drawers and desktop are emptied |
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of the words that never helped me |
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I grew up in a house with big windows on the river side |
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My thoughts drifted up and out them on and on |
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O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean |
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Every new place hovers with lowered ceilings |
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I could never find a lover to lay beside |
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and watch the changing seasons on and on |
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I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind |
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Another room restored to a time long before |
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without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home |
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I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind |
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Somewhere in my travels through my personal battles |
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I found a silent companion patient and kind |
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and I felt he had been with me over all of those long miles |
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Another room restored to a time long before |
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without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home |
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Can I trade this tortured mind for a lullaby |
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Tonight the wind is knocking and there`s one lamp burning |
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I cannot deny that what we`re building goes on and on |
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O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean |