| Will you check out all your postcards
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| Written when you die?
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| Will you strain to hear the people cry
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| And checking in the sky?
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| Will you upon the seashore
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| When you break out of your light?
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| Will you cut down all the phone lines?
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| Pick your favourite tree?
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| Act upon your darker thoughts?
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| Fill the holes with me?
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| Will you lie upon the
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| As they break?
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| Can you listen very close now
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| As the words flash in the sky?
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| Can the ones who love you
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| Are they with you when you cry?
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| Can you feel your heart now
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| As you break out of your light?
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| Will you upon the seashore
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| When you break out of your life?
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| Will you lie upon the slide there
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| As they off the knife
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| Will you cut down all the phone lines
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| When you will think of me?
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| Will I feel you in the shadows
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| When I drown in the sea?
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| Breaking open of your life
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| Ohh, all the time
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| Breaking open of your life
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| Ohh, all the time
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| Breaking open of your life
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| Ohh, all the time
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| Breaking open of your life
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| Ohh, all the time
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| All the time
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| All the time
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| All the time |