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Reflecting from my death bed |
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I'm balancing life's riches |
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Against the ditches |
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And the flat grays in between |
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All I can see are the never laid |
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That's the never played symphonies |
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I can't see those who tried to love me |
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Or those who felt they understood me |
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And I can't see those who |
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Very patiently put up with me |
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All I can see are the never laid |
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Of the never played symphonies |
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You were one, you meant to be one |
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And you jumped into my face |
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And laughed and kissed me on the cheek |
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And then were gone forever, not quite |
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Black sky in the daytime |
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And I don't much mind dying |
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When there is nothing left |
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To care for anymore |
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Just the never laid |
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The never played symphonies |
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You were one, you knew you were one |
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And you slid right through my fingers |
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No, not literally but metaphorically |
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And now you're all |
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I see as the light fades |
