| Well, nothing broke your fall and so you fell
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| Down like concrete angels
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| Like a nickel to the well
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| Dragging a wish for silence
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| And friends all stand around
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| And shake their heads and ask how it could be
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| That nothing broke your fall and so you fell
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| Well, nothing broke your fall and so you fell
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| A heart so heavy with the drink
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| Like Ophelia to the deep
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| In truth more strange than fiction
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| Before the morning starts again
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| All desperate times and desperate men
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| Well, nothing broke your fall and so you fell
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| Well, nothing broke your fall and so you fell
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| Well, Heaven hold your broken spirit now
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| If that’s what you believed in
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| From a house of brittle things
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| And from a room of splinters
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| Still tiny minded thoughts I think
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| Someone else will fix my drinks tonight
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| Since nothing broke your fall and so you fell
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| Well, nothing broke your fall and so you fell |