| Where will you be when the day is done?
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| Out on the edge the world where the seas buries the sun
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| When your mind is sick and the words won’t come
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| Will you be alone?
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| Losing your sorrow in the arms of another man
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| Won’t you bring yourself back home to me?
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| All your worries, all your dirty tea
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| Won’t you bring yourself back home to me?
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| All your thoughts act badly in your mind
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| The one place you know you can never leave
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| Yes and how does it feel when you’re looking out?
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| Over the edge of the world, breathing smoke into your mouth
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| And when you took the best pages and you tore them out
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| I know you only rewrite now
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| But I’m still dreaming about
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| You bringing yourself home to me
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| All your moving and your dying dreams
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| Won’t you bring yourself back home to me?
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| All your things, packed badly in your bag
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| Where will it leave you Emily?
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| All your fathers doubts and your mothers eyes
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| That full dress that doesn’t cover your thighs
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| All the living hell that you rain your your mind
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| I will swim in the made up lake of fire
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| So where will you be when the day is done?
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| I will follow you down til the sky drowns the sun
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| Oh my legs they are hurting from the miles you have run
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| Will you be alone?
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| 'Cause here I come |