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You have this way of dipping in and out of sight as things collide |
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Bridges burning softly in the night |
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And you have this way of falling in and out of time as it goes by |
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Passing silently with no goodbye |
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And I've spoken with all the other angels |
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They don't know what to do |
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And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do |
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Telegram came today from a friend saying |
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Where in the hell have you been? |
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Where are you going? |
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I said I don't know, does the loneliness show, |
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And if so does it ever end? |
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And I've spoken with all the other angels |
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And they don't know what to do |
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And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do |
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You have this way of meaning everything and nothing to me at the same time |
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Returning my hellos with goodbyes |
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Cause I've spoken with all the other angels |
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They don't know what to do |
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And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do |
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Cause I've spoken with all the other angels |
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They don't know what to do |
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And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do |
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And I've spoken with all the other angels |
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They don't know what to do |
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And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do |
