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You are just a tenant here, you say |
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Living in and out of this life |
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As cheaply as you can |
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I sit here in the darkness |
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gently |
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Like an old woman |
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Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones |
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doing too much |
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Trying to question all of this |
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Trying so hard to fade out |
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in the blackness |
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all of the fear |
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all of the tears that bring us to this |
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Sometimes it is better that we sit |
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here in the silence |
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I don't look at you |
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and you don't seem to notice |
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And the reasons - |
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the reasons are impossible to see converge |
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They gather like dust upon a shelf |
