| I rode your wheelchair
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| I touched your naked soul
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| I said: «here's another cripple like yourself, love»
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| And it was me all the time, I was coming down
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| With a tight grip around your wrist, love
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| I used to fall like a stone into my bed
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| All alone, all at one
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| As the night comes on and we’re rolling on and we’re rolling gone
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| But I’m safe and sound and I’m warm, love
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| So frail, you’re so frail
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| Just when you feel it kicking in, I’m floating away
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| You know, all these things seem so important to you
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| But I cannot stay, stay another day
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| Oh, where the shadows play, under the cross
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| On the unmade bed there’s your skinny son
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| Calling out for the only one, oh
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| We two are one
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| I used to fall like a stone into my bed
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| All alone, all at one as the night comes on
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| And we’re rolling on, and we’re rolling gone
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| But I’m safe and sound and I’m warm, love
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| So frail, well honey, I’m a frail lover
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| Just when you feel it kicking in, I’m floating away
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| And all these things seem so important to you
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| But I cannot stay
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| Just when you feel it kicking in, I’m floating away
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| And all these things seem so important to you
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| But I cannot stay, stay another day
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| Oh, where the shadows play, under the cross
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| On the unmade bed there’s your skinny son
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| Calling out for the only one
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| We two are one, alright |