| I guess the time has come for me
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| To leave you darling
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| The road is up ahead
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| Whle you’re kept in this trunk behind
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| I ponder taking you with me
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| As i flee for Sweden
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| But baggage held in life
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| Is baggage held in death
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| I never wanted for a pain
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| Aside form laughter
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| I wanted nothing but to melt your snow
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| But something took your gaze from me
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| And left me bleeding
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| I’ll send a postcard to your memory
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| My knife of desperation
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| Ondered on your wristed smile
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| So many steps
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| And each one taken
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| Thinking of you for miles
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| I know my heart will know
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| No matter if i flee for Sweden
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| That you’re here left behind
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| Your parents cry
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| Your body’s missing
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| I sense the coming of long nights
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| The weather’s changing
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| It’s getting darker in our happy home
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| I’ve gotta get away right now
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| For soon they’ll find my
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| Display of heartache
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| Wooded, locked, and keyed
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| Im hoping the opening of the trunk
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| Is something they don’t think of
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| Contorted, bound lies my pain
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| In the back of my mind
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| I kind of pray that they will somehow
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| Find me
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| For I am too, locked away
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| Away
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| Inside the trunk |