| I could run forever, dear
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| And all I would read is the mirror
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| Empathy and sympathy are partners
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| Are drifters, like we
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| Forgotten days are heavy hands upon my chest
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| We can drive until daybreak and then I’ll rest
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| I’ll be there just to make you happy
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| I’ll be there just to see the sun
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| I’ll be there just to keep you happy
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| And I’ll be there when the mourning comes
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| Touch these days and I’ll kill you
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| Some words sung are as solemn as true
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| Surrender to the tune that’s flown
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| She bared all her teeth then she moaned
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| Cotton days are heavy hands upon your breasts
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| We can go until daybreak and then we’ll rest
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| I’ll be there just to make you happy
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| I’ll be there just to see the sun
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| I’ll be there just to keep you happy
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| And I’ll be there when the mourning comes
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| She lay there like a thousand mirrors
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| Reflecting only shadows
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| The skies are blue, it must be tears
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| That beat outside my window |