| I heard from others, it’s the way you pull
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| Like a funeral song gone wrong
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| But anyway, it’s better than this sleepwalking
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| I’m coming off, I’m coming down
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| It was years ago since I died
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| If you die too… quiet now, nothing more than that
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| Your hands set slowly, form a light
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| Through our touching eyes
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| More or less, promises, as we fall behind
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| I heard from others, it’s the way I pull
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| Like a birthday song gone wrong
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| All your tricks almost made a woman feel OK
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| Let go and fall, let go and away
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| It was days ago since I died
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| This glimmering star started with so much more than that
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| Past summer spent inside
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| The sunny sky I see through frames
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| Your hopes and dreams ready me to go out one more time
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| And I carry through our life
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| And you hold me until I die
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| And I picture you and smile
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| And I carry through our life
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| And I worry until you arrive
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| And I picture you and smile
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| And you carry through our life
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| And I worry until I die
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| And I picture you and smile
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| And we carry through our life
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| And I worry until I die
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| And I picture you and smile |