| It was a long hot summer day
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| We’re in the living room watching the light drain away
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| Too tired to read what your cards foretold
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| Inside of a yawn
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| When she said
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| «The first time you show me your true heart I’ll be gone.»
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| The numb ringing after the bell was rung
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| Playing red light green light, such timeless fun
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| There was no way to kickstart any conversation
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| It was like the beginning of 2001
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| When she said, «I'll be gone.»
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| The air isn’t moving and
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| The women have nothing on their lips
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| But the kind of breath that you keep for the hospital bed
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| Pregnant with the timeless drop and the wind
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| How the air leaches the gold out of everything elusive and stolen
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| I’ll be gone |