| The bare wall is damp, a layer of mould is covering every joint
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| The pipes are leaking, it’s dripping onto my ragged bed
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| Minutes seem to be days and days are years, so what am I waiting for? |
| Too many
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| things have changed, too many words have lost their sense
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| The days will be mine when rivers rise
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| But now I’m stumbling on the edge of our life
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| The last words to the drowning sun
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| The light was bright enough to believe
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| That we could lose ourselves in feelings, but we failed
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| The last words to the drowning sun
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| Today I reached the door with my last ounce of strength
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| It was like opening secret gates to another world
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| The first time I’ve seen the sun again, since you passed away
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| My life without you can’t be a life — a waste of time
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| The days will be mine when rivers rise
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| But now I’m stumbling on the edge of our life
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| The last words to the drowning sun
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| The light was bright enough to believe
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| That we could lose ourselves in feelings, but we failed |