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Can you hear me now |
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Lying in this bed |
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Embedded in this written story? |
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Can you hear me now |
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Calling from this bed? |
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I'm spitting words but there's no meaning, no(Now he's taking his time) |
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He's got nothing to lose(But the first thing he sees) |
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Is the last thing he choose(And when the moment arrived) |
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He just found he had nothing to say |
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That dayCan you hear me now |
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Sky is turning red |
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The streets are all gone |
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Am I dreaming, no |
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Can you hear me now |
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Falling from this bed? |
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Nudist that bears gifts |
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But when will it show me(Now she's taking her time) |
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She's got nothing to lose(But the first thing she sees) |
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Is the last thing she choose(And when the moment arrived) |
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She just found she had nothing to say |
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That dayHe lies awake in his bed every night |
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Devising ways to conceal the strain |
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She never tells of her midnight fears |
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Or admits that she does the same |
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They never meet, never touch |
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Never speak and for one tired old refrain |
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Can you hear me now |
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Lying in this bed |
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Embedded in this written story? |
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Can you hear me now |
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Calling from this bed? |
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I'm spitting words but there's no meaning |
