What I need boils
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What I need binds
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And strangles with regret
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But still comes so easily
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Where'd you go?
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Tonight I woke
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To find you gone
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The question and
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An answer that sounded off
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The glance goes abject enough
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When she was young
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She asked me if
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I knew her well
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I thought I did
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I know better know
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What I need boils
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What I need binds
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And strangles with regret
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But still comes so easily
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The question and
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An answer that sounds...
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The glance goes abject, cut off
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An answer, cut off
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Roll Down The Line
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| The Walkmen |
