| Heading for the gutter of my mind
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| Our history is on rewind
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| People passing by me
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| Gloomy shadows down the street
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| Feels as though I am dead on my feet
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| How do you grieve for someone still alive?
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| Someone coping, on the other side
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| Someone whos voice you know even better than your own
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| Someone who thinks you are made of stone
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| I once wrote a song about our love
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| Promised I would stay forever more
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| Now my words of joy and hope are ringing in my head
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| Consistency is a virtue of the dead
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| So if I am dead on my feet
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| I can not provide you with what you need
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| But I hope you understand I hope you see
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| That you can never be replaced in me
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| You have never felt as close as you do now
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| Maybe it is our loss gathering us somehow? |