| Would you come to me if I was half drowning?
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| An arm above the last wave?
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| Would you come to me? |
| Would you pull me up?
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| Would the effort really hurt you?
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| Is it unfair to ask you, to help pull me up?
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| The window broke the silence of the matches
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| The smoke effortlessly floating
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| Pull me up
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| Would you be my lord and saviour, pull me up by my hair?
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| Now would you kiss me, on my lips?
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| Burning fever burning on my forehead
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| The brain that once was listening
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| Now shoots out its tiresome message
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| Won’t you pull me up?
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| Scalding, my dead father has the motor and he’s driving
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| Towards an island of lost souls
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| Sunny, a monkey then to monkey
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| I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness
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| No social redeeming kindness
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| Or — oh, state of grace
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| Would you pull me up?
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| Would you drop the mental bullet?
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| Would you pull me by the arm up?
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| Would you still kiss my lips?
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| Hiccup, the dream is over
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| Get the coffee, turn the lights on
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| Say hello to junior dad
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| The greatest disappointment
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| Age withered him and changed him
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| Into junior dad, psychic savagery
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| The greatest disappointment
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| The greatest disappointment
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| Age withered him and changed him
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| Into junior dad |