| And something warm and soft just passed through here
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| It took the precious things that I hold dearer
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| It rifled through the grey and disappeared
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| The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
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| Like a cancer scare in the dentist’s chair
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| Sucking in the air, wire across the stair
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| Kicking down the door at your local store
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| With the world at war, voices through the floor
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| Unexpected news, wearing high heeled shoes
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| Blowing out the fuse, paying all your dues
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| Deadwing lullaby like a fracture tied
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| It’s a worthless lie, to the public eye
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| I don’t take waifs and strays back home with me My bleeding heart does not extend to charity
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| Yes I’d have to say I like my privacy
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| And did you know you’re on closed circuit TV?
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| So smile at me And a dream you had of your mum and dad
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| On a beach somewhere and the poison air
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| With the cancer threat in a cigarette
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| Deadwing lullaby find a place to hide
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| And from the yellow windows of the last train
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| A spectre from the next life breathes his fog on the pane
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| I look with you into the speeding black rain
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| Afraid to touch someone, afraid to ask her for her name
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| And in the morning when I find I have lost you
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| I throw a window open wide and step through |