| Left behind, her story’s on the sidewalk it’s a brief goodbye
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| An address in your hand
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| Notice me I’m kicking rocks toward loneliness
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| Begrudgingly packing up our things
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| You’re leaving on a morning flight
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| Delayed night London taxi ride
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| So cold, your hands are turning blue
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| Asphyxiation formally conducts you past security
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| The passports are more with me than you
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| Pretty sure you’ll need your cash and state ID
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| Rescue plan, I dialed out and copied you
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| Its 2 A.M., took a while to find the door
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| Suffering for all things fair
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| I made a case and climbed the stairs
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| I found you and the tenants fast asleep
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| You say you severed all contacts
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| The anguish, phone lines are down
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| But fear says without me you’d never make it off the ground
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| You say he’s bridged every contact
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| The anguish, follow lines I’ve found
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| Are blindsided and embarrassed collecting the covers that make you out
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| With no time for thank yous now
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| A way to drift above us
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| While I provide a way out
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| Is this enough to make it
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| Am I enough to make it |