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There's the odour of incense |
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And I double in pain |
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And I flick through the past |
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As arrayed in my mind |
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On a bed in a room |
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That's locked on some hill |
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I'm gripping her hand |
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As she cries to the wall |
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The years stumble away |
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And the pain dissipates |
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Suzanne's clad in blues |
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With a mark in her hand |
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The lines round her lips |
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Are now scars in my mind |
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Down at the quayside |
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Through the sun's rising mists |
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Suzanne drags me down |
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"All this world's in your mind..." |
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Can salvation emerge |
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From the heart of this dream? |
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Where the horses run formless |
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The sky cancels its stars |
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Then the fumes of the incense |
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Rise across the walls |
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And she watches me sideways |
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Like the world is on fire |
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Between the beat of her heart |
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And her gesture of fingers |
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The twist of her hand |
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As it beckons through me |
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She smiles through my pain |
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And my loss yet to come |
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I wait on the platform |
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For our lives to restart |
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And I wanted to tell her |
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How all my hearts felt |
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But my words barb inside me |
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And my lips cannot part |
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From the twisting of smokes |
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As we sit in her room |
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To the sorrow I feel |
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As I fall out of dreams |
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Inexplicable sadness |
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This gash that I feel |
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Devoid of her moon |
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And ripped of my suns |
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(If I knew at that joining...) |
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(If I knew at that parting...) |
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(If I knew at that moment...) |
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(If I knew at that second...) |
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The candle wax melts |
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And the water stops shining |
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That which is started |
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Is so easily falling |
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From cathedrals of sand |
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That the ocean laps away |
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And sometimes I wake empty |
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And she floats through my symbols |
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And I move as to hold her |
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And... |
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Lament for my Suzanne |
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I wait for you still |