| As I drove away over the dead leaves of your southern town
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| In the mirror I saw you wave, in the mirror I saw you
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| As the autumn fell until I made my turn, I thought, oh well
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| I thought well, this could be the last time I see your beautiful hands
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| Your frozen hands, your trembling hands
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| That could not hold on to any heart that’s warm or any lie that’s cold
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| Your hands are paper burning in the sun
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| I’d like to get there safe, I’d like to get my sleep
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| I’m selfish with my time, like it was something I could keep
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| Oh, but you know the truth, it never helped you much
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| It only beat its drum, it woke sleeping beauty
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| Yeah, it woke her up too much, it woke you up too much
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| The bankers, the liars and the thieves
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| They want to sell you into a life of fear
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| They call it a plan that will make you free
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| But nothing’s free
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| You taught me that my dear
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| No one could love the way she loves
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| With the blind purity of the honey bee
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| Oh, but now that sweetness is like a mistake I grieve
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| It only poisons my life, becomes a prison I, a prison I never wanna leave
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| As I drove away over the dead leaves
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| And merged into the stream of those who know their lines
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| Stagnant reasons why we travel so far away from our hearts
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| Like flies caught in jars, little flies buzzing in cars |