| Now as I lay by your side
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| would you tell me why everything has to be lies
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| leaving everyone wondering when we’ll all wind up dead
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| to all we are within
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| wednesday the third was the night that you rambled
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| alone in the fridgid white light like a leopard
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| about to dig in to trembling skin
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| with wind whipping your shins
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| Oh haven’t you heard the news
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| nobody came too soon
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| surprise our eyes are opening up to you
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| Now as I lean to the side
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| I can see all the thoughts that you’re trying to hide
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| I’ve arranged for a ferry to France
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| where you should relax, don’t worry about the pets
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| they’ll be safe at our address
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| Oh haven’t you heard the news
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| nobody came too soon
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| surprise our eyes are opening up to you
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| nobody came too soon
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| surprise our eyes are opening up to you
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| you’ll always be in our eyes opening up to you
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| you’ve left everyone wondering when we’ll all end up dead
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| to all we are within
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| now as daisies dry off
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| and the wind scurries scarlet leaves like they were dust
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| we can see somewhere off to the east
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| a gaggle of geese are singing your goodbye
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| hear the sweetest lullaby
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| listen up to hear the sky will soon clear
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| and you’ll be the last one to wish for rain |