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along the line on the wall |
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linking to your heart |
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does it end if I pull the plug |
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how true in words |
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among the rooftop stains |
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buds sprout from the dust |
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I know you can live without me |
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whistle in the breeze |
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along the line on the wall |
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winding to the top |
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vines climb madly city lights sadly |
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reality comes back to me |
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Is it really me writing this to you |
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Is it the real you sending this to me |
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you said you're leaving this country soon |
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I know it doesn't matter to us |
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but somehow I feel so sad today |
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It's not about you going away |
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among the rooftop trees |
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sky is we&grey |
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I know you can live without me |
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whispers in the breeze |
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Is it really me writing this to you |
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maybe it's the real but only a part of me |
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Is it the real you writing this to me |
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maybe it's all lies |
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but it's alright |
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along the line on the wall |
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linking to your heart |
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does it end if I pull the plug |
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how true in words |
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among the rooftop stains |
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buds sprout from the dust |
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I know you canlive without me |
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whistle in the breeze |