| These things crawl across my floor
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| I can’t use them anymore
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| There’s a heaven in her band
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| Alleluias in my hand
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| All my patience love’s inside
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| She just climbed the stage and died
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| Lights that rose and fell again
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| Songs that thinned out near the end
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| Oh, her voice trailed off in the end
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| Though your miles are more than mine
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| The things I’ve taken in a bind
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| It’s for certain it’s for sure
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| I’ve no use for them no more
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| Making room within one’s self
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| For another’s songs to help
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| And it all comes back to me
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| As I walk hungover down the street
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| Oh, and it all comes back to me
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| And it all comes back to me
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| And it all comes back to me
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| And it all comes back to me
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| As I walk hungover down the street
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| She’s a mother in disguise
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| I look different in her skies
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| But it’s morning so I say
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| Here’s a big red letter day
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| Her skin’s like whitewash like skim milk
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| Her words sing softly just like silk
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| There are some things I’ve got to say
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| She won’t understand anyway
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| There are miles between our hearts
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| There’s salvation in false starts
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| I’m forsaken in the end
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| I’m forsaken in the end
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| I’m forsaken in the end
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| I’m forsaken in the end… |