| She is trapped inside a month of gray
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| And they take a little every day
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| She is a victim of her own responses
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| Shackled to a heart that wants to settle
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| And then runs away
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| It’s a sin to be fading endlessly
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| Yeah, but she’s alright with me
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| She is leaving on a walkaway
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| She is leaving me in disarray
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| In the absence of a place to be
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| She stands there looking back at me
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| Hesitates, and then turns away
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| She’ll change so suddenly
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| She’s just like mercury
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| Yeah, but she’s alright with me
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| Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds
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| For the things that die before their time
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| For the restlessly abandoned homes
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| The tired and weary rambler’s bones
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| And stay beside me where I lie
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| She’s entwined in me, crazy as can be
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| Yeah, but she’s alright with me |