| I have such envy for this stranger lying next to me
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| Who awakes in the night and slips out into the pre-dawn light
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| With no words, a clean escape, no promises or messes made
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| And chalks it all up to mistake, mistake, mistake
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| And there are no tears, just pity and fear
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| And a vast ravine right in between
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| A storm at sea, the bow cracked and I was capsizing
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| And I sunk below where I swore I would never go
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| If you can’t stand in place, you can’t tell who’s walking away
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| From who remains, who stays, who stays, who stays
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| And there are no tears, just pity and fear
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| And a vast ravine right in between
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| Spare no tears, just pity and fear
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| And I recall the push more than the fall
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| The push more than the fall |