Last night before my pillow gave way to my head, it said,
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"Drink my wine, smoke my cigarettes and talk to the dead."
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It said, "The window's wide open get up, I'll make your eyes red.
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The matchmakers making a match,
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To burn down your bed."
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Silhouettes are the things I know,
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And the things not known yet, not yet.
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In time you'll see what's not known,
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No not to me yet.
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It said, "The window's wide open get up, I'll make your eyes red.
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The matchmakers making a match,
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To burn down your bed."
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All this time it's been killing me,
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If I walk thru that door I'll never return.
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Cuz you speak and your words are like fire;
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Your eyes are still filled with admiration that was once shown to me,
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Freely but now stripped away.
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And I'm pale as a ghost,
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And I'm whiter than snow,
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Cuz inside I'm so hollow, hollow.
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Don't bring back all those things,
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All those memories those ways,
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Its okay.
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I'll forget, I'll live on day by day.
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It was a waste,
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All those tears that fell far from my face, my face.
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I wanna be free, from my thoughts,
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And free from this place, this place.
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The windows wide open I'll walk away,
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It's a disgrace,
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But you're content with your actions and this lie,
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So why do I try?
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All this time it's been killing me,
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If I walk thru that door I'll never return.
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Cuz you speak and your words are like fire,
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Your eyes are still filled with admiration that was once shown to me,
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Freely but now stripped away.
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And I'm pale as a ghost,
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And I'm whiter than snow,
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Cuz inside I'm so hollow, hollow.
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Don't bring back all those things,
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All those memories those ways,
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Its okay.
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I'll forget, I'll live on day by day
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Thing
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Stabilo |