| It’s not the long flowing dress that you’re in
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| Or the light coming off of your skin
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| The fragile heart you protected for so long
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| Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong
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| It’s not your hands, searching slow in the dark
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| Or your nails leaving love’s watermark
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| It’s not the way you talk me off the roof
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| Your questions like directions to the truth
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| It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
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| Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
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| Maybe we’ll get forty years together
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| But one day I’ll be gone or one day you’ll be gone
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| If we were vampires and death was a joke
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| We’d go out on the sidewalk and smoke
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| And laugh at all the lovers and their plans
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| I wouldn’t feel the need to hold your hand
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| Maybe time running out is a gift
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| I’ll work hard 'til the end of my shift
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| And give you every second I can find
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| And hope it isn’t me who’s left behind
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| It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
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| Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
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| Maybe we’ll get forty years together
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| But one day I’ll be gone or one day you’ll be gone
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| It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
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| Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
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| Maybe we’ll get forty years together
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| But one day I’ll be gone or one day you’ll be gone |