| Like a womb, night was all around
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| Someone, somewhere must have talked some sense
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| I could feel it moving underground
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| So many things I still don’t understand
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| The dream I was having took on an ugly face
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| I don’t know if I was walking through heaven
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| It could have been any place
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| Skipping 'cross the water, wading through the sand
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| Awake to find you gone, emptiness is where you lay
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| I just had to smile for all the things you’ll never hear me say
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| Oh, I know, I could never get that near
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| What do you expect me to do, disappear?
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| You and me, we’re as free as we can be
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| Can’t you see, like the trees so obviously…
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| The message disturbs me so I throw it to the wind
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| And after all the hellos good-byes etc. etc
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| We can’t start this thing again
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| It’s like the fog you walk towards, but never seem to reach
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| Every morning now I hear that same old song
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| And though the singer is long dead, his voice goes on and on
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| Ugliness you have to learn, beauty you can’t teach
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| Awake to find you gone, a note pinned to my sleeve
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| It wasn’t just the things you took
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| It was the things you had to leave
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| Now it seems you were never here
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| What do you expect me to do, disappear? |