| I have my pictures of you
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| You don’t look back at me
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| A smile I’d almost forgotten
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| Bruises I don’t see
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| Never forgive you for a sky
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| Turned from gray to black
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| Come out and kiss me, darling
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| I promise I’ll kiss you back
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| A new head on my shoulder
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| A needle in my ear
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| Every kind word brings new pain
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| Instead of my eyes
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| Her reflection in the mirror
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| I have a sickness, but I’m not the only one
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| Even in health
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| In each other’s arms, they’re wasting away
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| Sickened just as I am and crippled with disease
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| A song comes from above
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| I look up -- there’s a tree and a small brown bird
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| Even the sparrows have built a nest
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| But we, poor fools, have built nothing
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| What a shame not to know that you’re dying
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| Tell us we’re dying, tell us again
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| I have a sickness
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| The sparrows built a nest
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| My crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth
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| As my broken head finds rest |