| Beside me now are strangers to my eyes
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| They might be getting crazy, might be wise
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| Were stranded either way in such a lonely place
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| I’m looking out for you among the flies
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| That wait in line for days on end
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| And nights so cold and always so intense
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| I try to reach the top most every day
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| In hope I turn my face up to the sky
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| The cover hangs so low, I see no sign of life
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| Nothing springs to mind
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| Among the flies that wait in line
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| For days on end and nights so cold, always so intense
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| Here we are
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| There’s a smile between us and it’s going on
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| You and me have always gotten through
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| Anyone can tell you that it’s true
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| You feel it every time, you drive away from home
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| The headlights hypnotize and they take you off towards the sea
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| Into the night, you run away with thoughts you cannot hide
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| Vacant eyes can’t describe my hunger
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| For your billowing arms
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| Mother, I can’t help thinking of you
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| Take this dull ache away |