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Sitting alone, I feel dead |
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But I feel the life-blood in my head |
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Looking down at myself from above |
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I can see that my shadow is stalking |
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She's gone again |
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In the grass, I feel warm |
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Laying low with my head up |
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Eyes open wide, eyes to the moon |
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She's ready to be with you |
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She's gone agian |
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Get to my feet, hit the road |
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I feel better when I'm moving on |
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Escape the grimace of my shadow |
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I will be gone before it even knows that |
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She's gone and I'm never gonna see her face again |
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She's gone again |
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Life imitates the forms we make |
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And so we fall into the vein |
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Eyes fold to the moon above |
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I see a face I hear a song |
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She's gone and I'm never gonna see her face again |
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She's gone again |
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In the future we will overcome |
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The fear of anchoring into love |
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Could be the first time, it could be anywhere |
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I should be able if my will is there |
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She's gone and I'm never gonna see her face again |
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She's gone again |
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Rub my eyes for a second glance |
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As I move on I feel it enhance |
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I take the place of my shadow |
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Moving about without letting anyone know |
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She's gone and I'm never gonna see her face again |
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She's gone again |
