| Fell asleep on the hardwood floor
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| 3 o’clock in the afternoon
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| I awoke to a pale blue sky
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| And the song of an old friend
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| Took me back to our life, ooh
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| I don’t live anymore
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| I don’t live anymore
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| All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
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| All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes
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| I walked through the house we built
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| Saw the life I left behind
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| Ivory paint
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| Cracked and peeled on the walls
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| The hydrangea and red rose
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| Strangled by vines, ooh
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| I don’t live here anymore
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| I don’t live here anymore
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| All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
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| All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Next thing I knew her spirit called
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| She took shelter in my whomb
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| And I felt her tiny feet
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| Kick me from the inside
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| And when I looked into her dark eyes
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| She couldn’t help but cry — ooh
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| I don’t live there anymore
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| I don’t live there anymore
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| All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
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| All the ashes of our days are ether and wood
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Oehohohoh oooohh
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| Ashes, ashes |