| Last time that I saw you, you smiled and said you were dead
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| A blind eye to the water, anyway thatʼs what you said
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| I wonʼt call you a runaway, I donʼt call you a friend
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| Drop the past for the day-to-day, It all shakes out in the end
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| I call you t come back, when the stakes are high
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| Already dressed in black, baby yr tumbling in
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| The last time I saw you, you said that soon youʼd be dead
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| You heard the voices calling, the ambulance in yr head
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| Then all the lights were shining, the blood backed up in yr eyes
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| You couldnʼt translate the signals, the planetarian sigh
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| Iʼm calling you t come back, donʼt you say goodbye
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| All messed up in black, baby yr falling again
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| Last time: lost time / next time: divine
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| The road that leads you out is the same as the way back in
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| Yr pain is not in doubt but baby yr good in yr skin
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| Last time, next time, divide, decline
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| The spiders of time are calling, wrapping you up in their webs
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| The night is quickly falling, fast unraveling threads
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| What empty season? |
| Signpost to the divine?
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| What floating cloud had signaled that youʼd lost yr mind?
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| Yr caught in the abstractions, waiting to begin
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| Thereʼs no chain reaction, Baby yr good in yr skin
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| Everyone knows the answer before you do
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| Everyone hangs a light out in their head
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| Everyone got a taste of you
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| Everyone falls apart in the end |