| Things have fallen down on me
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| Heavy things I could not see
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| When I finally came around
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| Something small would pin me down
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| When I tried
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| To step aside
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| I moved to where they’d hoped I’d be
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| Vanessa calls me on the phone
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| Reminding me I’m not alone
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| I fuss and quake and cavitate
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| I try to speak and turn to stone
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| Tilly reaches through my vest
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| To do the thing that she does best
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| She probes and tears my ventricles
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| And steals my one remaining breath
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Heavy things I could not see
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| When I finally came around
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| Something small would pin me down
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| When I tried
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| To step aside
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| I moved to where they’d hoped I’d be
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| Stumbling as I fall from grace
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| She needs my vision to replace
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| Her ailing sight throughout the night
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| Leaving two holes in my face
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| Mary was a friend I’d say
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| Until one summer day
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| She borrowed everything I own
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| And then simply ran away
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Heavy things I could not see
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| When I finally came around
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| Something small would pin me down
|
| When I tried
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| To step aside
|
| I moved to where they’d hoped I’d be
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Things have fallen down on me
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| Things have fallen down on me |