| Caught up in a pissing contest
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| Gasping empty air
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| I’m losing precious time
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| So don’t keep me in mind
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| Nourished by my disappointment
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| Parasitic grief
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| And there’s no turning back
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| A widow dressed in black
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| Silence
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| Golden
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| Where I used to look for comfort
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| Is cursed hollow cold
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| Right back in death’s embrace
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| A man without a face
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| I became completely lucid
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| Said «who are, who are you?»
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| I felt his icy breath
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| When I turned around to face him
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| I was paralyzed
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| I couldn’t turn around
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| Or open up my eyes
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| You’ll get over it easy, babe
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| See you’re bouncing right back again
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| Right now its overkill
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| But in six months it will be fine
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| Even charming
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| Yeah
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| If the angels would sing today
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| You’d explain it away, I’m sure
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| And when the nearest dream recedes
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| The dream of Reading and of Leeds
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| All going off at once in your mind
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| One of these days
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| Gonna get to the heart
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| One of these days
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| When the bridge falls apart
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| One of these days
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| Right back at the start
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| One of these days
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| We’ll never be apart again
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| Burning Six Flags in effigy
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| Didn’t read the report
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| But you know he’s such a juggernaut
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| And it’s never not a lot
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| In the passionless void
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| What a bitter macaroon
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| What a sour eclair
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| And this hysteria
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| Has made us all aware of where
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| All the buoys are submerged
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| One of these days
|
| Gonna get to the heart
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| One of these days
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| When the bridge falls apart
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| One of these days
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| Right back at the start
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| One of these days
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| We’ll never ever be apart |