| I’ve spent many a night
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| Lying on my back
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| Waiting for the dawn
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| To pierce and crack
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| And the ceiling
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| Hanging from the sky
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| And I envy the boy
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| Who grabbed the toy
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| And ran away
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| And found a joy
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| While I stood in the shadows
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| Wondering why
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| Flying towards me
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| Then he laughs
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| A woman’s face
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| The terrible taste
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| Of the morning after kisses
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| And goodbyes
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| I could never seem to catch my footsteps
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| Have desires, they fly away
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| Every day I have to fight the plague
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| How can I sleep in hours like this
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| When anguish tracks me like a fist
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| My nakedness exposed, I can’t stand
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| Still I… try to remember lips on lips
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| Hips on hips and ice on fire
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| In gloom and glow
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| When did they leave the man
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| In the mirror of the night I see
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| A face that staring out at me
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| Like a fallen star
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| Burned itself out
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| Like a deadly scrapes
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| Across the ground
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| My voice cried out
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| In a gravelled sound
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| No one’s there to hear me
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| But the plague
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| Straining hard to see
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| Running after me
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| I keep pounding pounding on the door
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| But it’s all so vague
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| When you meet the plague
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| And I keep coming
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| I keep coming back for more |