I put on that sweater you gave me
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I woke up in the kitchen a few minutes later
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I didn't know how I had gotten there
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Did you guide me
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I didn't make it to your funeral
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I didn't want ritual nor resign
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I just wanted to hold hands with
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J.P and Mary-Jo
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But I couldn't conjure tears
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We're too good for stupid angels
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Blackness held its breath beside me
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And burned the air till it was gone
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Till it was gone
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Till it was gone
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Couldn't pay my respects to a dead man
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Your life was much more to me
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And I chased away with sticks and stones
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But that rage kept following me
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Following Me
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Following Me
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So lost I was asleep in the palms of your hand
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In dreams we were happy and safe
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I can't comprehend the ways I miss you
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They come to light in my mistakes
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In my mistakes
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In my mistakes
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Now I'm travelling down Tacoma way
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And the world turns in slow motion
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It's the twilight of our old home
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And I'm still in love with you
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Oh here on South Tacoma way
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We've memories for matinees
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And the tears come warm and heavy
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And the cross streets bare your name
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South Tacoma Way
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Neko Case |