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Things are falling down on me |
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Heavy things I could not see |
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When I finally came around |
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Something small would pin me down |
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When I try to step aside |
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I move to where they'd hoped I'd be |
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Vanessa calls me on the phone |
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Reminding me I'm not alone |
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I fuss and quake and cavitate |
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I try to speak and turn to stone |
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Tilly reaches through my vest |
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To do the thing that she does best |
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She probes and tears my ventricles |
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Steals my one remaining breath |
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Things are falling down on me |
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Heavy things I could not see |
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When I finally came around |
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Something small would pin me down |
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When I try to step aside |
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I move to where they'd hoped I'd be |
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Stumbling as I fall from grace |
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She needs my vision to replace |
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Her ailing sight throughout the night |
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Leaving two holes in my face |
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Mary was a friend I'd say |
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'Til one summer day |
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She borrowed everything I owned |
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And then simply ran away |
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Things are falling down on me |
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Heavy things I could not see |
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When I finally came around |
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Something small would pin me down |
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When I try to step aside |
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I move to where they'd hoped I'd be |
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Things are falling down on me |
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Things are falling down on me |
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Things are falling down on me |
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Things are falling down on me |
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Things are falling down on me |
