| It’s so good to see you
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| But I can’t seem to feel the crushing tide
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| And I don’t have to drive by old skies
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| To know you’re not inside
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| Did you think I wouldn’t notice the slow death?
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| Did you hear the voices call?
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| You should do whatever heals you, you need to
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| Don’t break that baby’s arm
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| You wear that black dress well
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| And take it off on Tuesday morning
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| I used to watch that dark horse run
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| Through the veins in Lucy’s arm
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| It’s not enough
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| I’m not in love
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| Do whatever heals you
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| But I don’t need to see you on the coast
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| And I don’t have to drop by North Sky
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| To know you’re never home
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| Don’t call me up for nothing
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| Come down, slip into my room
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| I don’t think I’d feel you, it’s too soon
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| I never learned to use these ribs of Adam
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| You wear that black dress well
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| But I can’t be the friend you wanted
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| I used to watch that dark horse run
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| Through the veins in Lucy’s arm
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| Follow down empty skyways
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| Tear my sleeve
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| Never leave |