| What’s this? |
| A little dust in my eye
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| Well I’m not the type to cry
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| It’s four a.m. I’m standing by the bed where you lie
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| Sleeping the sleep of the newborn
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| I put finger to your lips. |
| Warm air.
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| Five a.m. You lift your hand and open it.
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| Then you slipped away. |
| You slipped away.
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| Oh death, that creep, that crooked jerk…
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| He comes, he comes walking. |
| He comes sneaking
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| Down that long irreversible hallway
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| Grabs you in your sleep
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| I walk outside to the parking lot.
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| Bright coins of water on the sidewalk.
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| Big white building where your body lies
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| Stands in the middle of the fields. |
| Icy air.
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| And after all the shocks the way the heart unlocks
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| And ooo we slip away. |
| We slip away.
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| I’m thinking about the way that lost things always come back
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| Looking like something else
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| A fishing pole, a shoe, an old shirt, a lucky day
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| Ooo then they slip away into the remains of the day
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| Ooo they slip away. |
| They slip away.
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| I’m thinking how you taught me how to win
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| And how to loose
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| And how to fight the crippling blues that I was born with
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| Bad dreams and nightmares
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| Ooo they slip away. |
| Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day.
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| I know that sometime I’ll stop looking for you.
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| Stop seeing your face every day
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| Bad dreams and nightmares and big bad wolves
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| Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day
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| Ooo they slip away into the remains of the day
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| They slip away
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| You told me you had no idea how to die but I saw
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| The way the light left your eyes
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| And after all the shocks the way the heart unlocks
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| And ooo then you slipped away. |
| You slipped away. |