| Grey skies forming up ahead
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| You light up like a cigarette
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| Records playing on the set
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| We dont have a long time left
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| You call out, you call out every time
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| I pass thru the hall
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| That’s where your pictures are
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| You call out, you call out every time
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| I sing out a note
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| There go the words you spoke
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| Packing up is turning in One last look before your eyes grow dim
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| Lay your silhouette on the bed
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| And ask my where my mind has been
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| Where my mind has been
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| You call out, you call out every time
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| I pass thru the hall
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| That’s where your pictures are
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| You call out, you call out every time
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| I sing out a note
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| There go the words you spoke
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| And i never thought i’d have
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| A reason to go back
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| But as it turns out,
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| What we made is still there
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| Reflecting off the glass
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| And stitching up the tears
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| You’ve got one eye on the house
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| A crooked roof to be straightened out
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| You keep the other on the sky
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| Simple life just takes some time
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| Just takes some time |