| You took my hand and brought me down in the morning
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| And I was sitting, waiting for the telephone to swallow me whole
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| I saw your face reflected on the resonant screen
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| And I watched your mouth moving like a tired machine
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| Trying to plead with me
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| Trying to swallow me whole
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| It’s been a while since I’ve been gone and away
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| And I watched your eyes reflect me in a terrible way
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| As you cast your gaze to the flickering hall
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| And you knelt beside me and you started to pray
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| And the whites of your eyes blackened with a hardened decay
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| And you talked to me in a broken voice:
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| «In your open mouth
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| Silence me in the coursing
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| Blood in my eyes
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| Dress me in your clothes
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| And swallow me whole
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| Swallow me whole» |