some escape some door to open
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this path seems the blackest but i
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guess it's the soonest
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but there in the clearing i
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know you'll be wearing
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your young aching smile and
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waving your hand
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can't go with my heart when i
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can't feel what's in it i
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thought you'd come over
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but for some reason you didn't
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glass on the pavement under my shoe
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without you is all my life amounts to
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a final sleep no
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words from my cutting
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mouth to your ear or
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taut wicked pinches
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from my fingers to your bitter face
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that i can't heal
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i know tomorrow
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you will be
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somewhere in london
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living with someone
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you've got some kind of family
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there to turn to
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and that's more than i could ever give you
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a chance for calm
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a hope for freedom
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outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
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by the forest of our spring stay
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where you walked away
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and left a bleeding part of me
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empty and bothered
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watching the water
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quiet in the corner
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numb and falling through
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without you what does my life amount to?
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Katy Song
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| Red House Painters |
