| Sitting alone, I feel dead
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| But I feel the life-blood in my head
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| Looking down at myself from above
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| I can see that my shadow is stalking
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| She’s gone again
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| In the grass, I feel warm
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| Laying low with my head up
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| Eyes open wide, eyes to the moon
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| She’s ready to be with you
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| She’s gone agian
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| Get to my feet, hit the road
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| I feel better when I’m moving on
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| Escape the grimace of my shadow
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| I will be gone before it even knows that
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| She’s gone and I’m never gonna see her face again
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| She’s gone again
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| Life imitates the forms we make
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| And so we fall into the vein
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| Eyes fold to the moon above
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| I see a face I hear a song
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| She’s gone and I’m never gonna see her face again
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| She’s gone again
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| In the future we will overcome
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| The fear of anchoring into love
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| Could be the first time, it could be anywhere
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| I should be able if my will is there
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| She’s gone and I’m never gonna see her face again
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| She’s gone again
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| Rub my eyes for a second glance
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| As I move on I feel it enhance
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| I take the place of my shadow
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| Moving about without letting anyone know
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| She’s gone and I’m never gonna see her face again
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| She’s gone again |