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You left the milk |
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The bread, the butter by their beds |
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Because tomorrow, you'll be gone |
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What have I done? |
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I've left my life |
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And I'm out here on the run |
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From the people that I love |
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And I watch your breath |
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As it frosts the glass |
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You write a message that will never last |
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And say that it'll always be this way |
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But you've been lead astray, |
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Right from the start |
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I found solace in other's arms |
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I never meant to cause you any harm |
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Your heart hangs heavy on my mind |
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Forget me when I'm gone |
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And send my body to the flames |
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For the skies, the skies won't have me |
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And I am turning into dust |
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Beneath your feet |
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These stairs have carried |
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The soles of many men |
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Who've called on god |
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To right their wrongs |
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But let live me long |
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So I must live with all that I have done |
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Until my days come closing in |
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Your breath on my skin |
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Each night the same |
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The wicked get no rest |
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And those crashing clouds they call my name |
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My work is black |
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Oh what a weight |
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I've found upon my back |
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In the days since you've been gone |
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Your heart hangs heavy on my mind |
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Forget me when I'm gone |
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And send my body to the flames |
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For the skies, the skies won't have me |
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And I am turning into dust |
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Beneath your feet |
