| Ceramic tile floor fluorescent
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| Yellow iodine
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| I can feel your presence
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| Sedated by the heavy medicine
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| And come around, come around, come around
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| The flowers aren’t worth keeping
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| The roses broke my skin
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| I’ll pretend your sleeping
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| Or you fainted from the lack of oxygen
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| And come around, come around
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| CHORUS: Don’t you leave me here to let you down
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| Now I’m going home and I’ve been patient, I’ve waited a lifetime
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| Now I’m going home and I am tired of waiting a lifetime
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| Sentimental letters
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| Brightly colored ink
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| Saying, «Please get better»
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| I’ll place them by the lilies in the sink
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| And come around, come around
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| If you could feel it, I’d give a kiss
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| If it would get through, I’d whisper this
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| Not while your sleeping…
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| In my safe keeping…
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| Faded iridescence
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| From your silhouette
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| A stare illuminescent
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| I haven’t given up on you just yet
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| And come around, come around |