| Once I knew come when I was three
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| Saw the sun spilled across my house
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| Heard it try and speak to me
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| Like a cat talks to a mouse
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| There is a song in the next room I can’t quite hear
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| And only three inches of wall separates me from my fear
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| In the next room just beyond the wall
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| Are shelves filled with cheap plaster dolls
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| Who gave up speech, but if they could talk would say
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| «Come in this room, throw your bodies away»
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| There is a song in the next room we can’t quite hear
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| And only three inches of wall separates us from our fear
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| Like dead leaves that huddle high from the wind
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| We flash by and speed high and thin skinned
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| Hear the bows bend, hear the cellos play
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| Come in this room, throw your body away
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| There is a song in the next room we can’t quite hear
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| And only three inches of wall separates me from my fear
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| There is a love in the next room I can’t quite hear
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| And only three inches of wall separates me from my fear |