| When you come across unto me with your hair
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| The tangled grass of evening breezes
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| And you do not hide your face because
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| Somebody said on time it wasn’t natural
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| What a joy for us just running down
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| This crooked trail of midnight
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| And the peaceful things inside me that it does
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| Then you whisper low «I have to go»
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| The acid tears start coming slow
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| To complicate a simple thing as love
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| Awake now I don’t hear the floorboards creaking
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| As you walk back from the window
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| Or feel your satin fingers drawing patterns
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| On my back where I lay dying
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| Without you I’m a child who sucks the vacant thumb
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| Of emptiness left crying
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| When he has not had enough
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| At the mercy of an empty room
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| Sing verses to some faded wall
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| Confused about a simple thing as love
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| It’s to bad we couldn’t stay here 'til the clock
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| Runs out and falls from sheer exhaustion
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| Or 'til morning as I watch you
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| As you stoop to pick your things up from the floor
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| But to soon for us it’s over
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| And the shock of the electric light bulb sunrise
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| From the ceiling up above
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| As it dangles to remind us
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| Of the spiderweb that binds us
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| And just complicates a simple thin as love
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| Awake now I don’t hear the floorboards creaking
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| As you walk back from the window
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| Or feel your satin fingers drawing patterns
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| On my back where I lay dying
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| Without you I’m a child who sucks the vacant fum
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| Of emptiness left crying
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| When he has not had enough
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| At the mercy of an empty room
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| Sing verses to some faded wall
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| Confused about a simple thing as love |