And he finds himself
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Waking up in a different bed,
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In a different bed.
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With a crook in his neck
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And sleep in his eyes,
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He turns to sigh,
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He turns to sigh.
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He's running too fast
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To know how far
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He slid away,
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He slid away.
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It's one step over the ledge,
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You're fading fast into dead ends
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And tell me why you stand with
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Tight wire and cold hands.
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Her open wound,
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Their bodies lie all alone,
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They lie all alone tonight.
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The sharp knife
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It cuts through,
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Deep through the skin,
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Deep through her skin.
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She's running too fast
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To know how far
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She slid away,
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She slid away.
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It's one step over the ledge,
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You're fading fast into dead ends
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And tell me why you stand
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With tight wire and cold hands.
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Tight Wire And Cold Hands
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| Slow Coming Day |
