| Let out a cloud of smoke and sunk down
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| The empty void you left created the songs we sing and we sing them now
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| We float through space and time, we float on
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| So unsettled, as if we’ve settled every single soul
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| Now you’re gone
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| Dreaming on the couch again
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| Legs are stretching out against the walls
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| Gnawing through your arms again
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| Flesh and nervous laughter on the floor
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| I let out a cloud of smoke and sunk down
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| The empty void you left creates the songs we know and we know that now
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| We slurp through topics meant for waning days
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| A conversation for the unfocused foreign land that you could call my brain
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| Dreaming on the couch again
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| Legs are stretching out against the walls
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| Gnawing through your arms again
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| Flesh and nervous laughter on the floor
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| By the photograph of war
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| While you slept soundly, behind the door
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| And counted tricks as you clawed, «More, more!»
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| Mother mentioned quirks, while I read along
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| Desired your style, which many said was wrong
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| We stood by your side, but now you’re gone
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| Well, now you’re gone
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| You’re always gone |