| There’s a great length of rope, tied around your waist, I hope
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| 'Cause I’d use it to find my way back
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| Now I’m standing at the gate, now shivers as of late
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| I’m too eager, tell myself to breathe
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| I was told Saturn would come back long ago
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| That Saturn would return, long ago when we met
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| Now I’ve come through the door, my boots echo against the floor
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| Toss my coat on the couch, take tobacco from the pouch
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| Take the ball past the poems, pictures of our love aflame
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| To the kitchen at the sink, need one loaded second to think
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| Catch my reflection in the faucet, say «no, no, you haven’t lost it
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| You look old, you look old, but you look good, you look good»
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| And I hear you come in behind me, time to face you and say
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| «There's a great length of rope tied around your waist, I hope
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| 'Cause I used it to find my way back» |