| The moonlight is shining down
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| Through the factories on the shipyard waters
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| And in a winter midnight
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| Sideways move sets on the memory of what’s gone missing
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| The sidewalk stares up silent
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| And just a shadow slowly disappearing
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| A ghost of something real that used to exist
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| A memory of what’s gone missing
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| Why do you keep running?
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| The pace is hurried but you’re never closer
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| To what it was you thought you wanted
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| It all keeps changing
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| And now something else is missing
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| Who knows where it went?
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| I knew our time was running out
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| So by the kitchen window back at your house
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| I ended up wasted on whiskey straight
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| Filled the ashtray up with your secrets
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| You were an anchor with high cheekbones
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| I was a soldier with broken fingers
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| You ended up wasted on cheap champagne
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| Celebrating everything that’s missing
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| Why do you keep running?
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| The pace is hurried but you’re never closer
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| To what it was you thought you wanted
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| It all keeps changing
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| And now something else is missing
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| Familiar madness, it all keeps changing
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| And now something else is missing |