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There's a telephone ringing in an empty room |
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And car brakes squealing |
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Distant traffic, constant sighing |
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Far-off voices mumbling |
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Vah-vah-vah jet plane droning |
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Dogs barking \ kitchens moaning |
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Dishes rattling in a sink |
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A screen door slams |
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Someone's laughing |
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Grass is being softly trembled |
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Heavy object dragged on gravel |
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Children screaming |
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My own heart beating |
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Fighting down the panic, panic, panic! |
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Shapeless silhouettes slipping \ Just out of sight |
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Car headlights screaming \ Inescapable light |
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Telephone voice droning \ The words can't be right |
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You were warm, even breathing \ This sunday last night |
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Lying formless faces \ Turning away |
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Deaf lips fall silent \ No words to say |
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If only they'd leave me \ Perhaps you might stay |
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In my windowless room \ Night turns to day |
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There's a crack in my walls |
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And it looks just like you |
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Sometimes my sheets are the hills of Arabia |
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But someone always pulls them down again |
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Now I think I can hear you \ An inaudible sigh |
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In the mirror I see you're \ Inbetweening by |
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And I reach out to touch you \ This must be a lie |
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I call out your name \ But there is no reply |
