| And even her absence is a presence that stays
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| Silence is emphasized by a radiator’s shake
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| I sit confined again, I am buried deep within
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| Set up like stained glass in a windowless world
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| This is my life, eat, sleep, work, wait
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| Day by day I calculate the shapes
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| That tie me to this place, to this helm, to this hell
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| Inch by inch I trace the walls as she calls
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| But what miracle is this? |
| Eat, sleep, work, wait
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| There is no second I have lived that I can call my own
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| And even her absence is a presence that stays
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| Silence is emphasized by a radiator’s shake
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| As her still singing limbs echo in
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| Oh, outcry, oh, outcry, love delays our king
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| This pain is my lover, her kiss is my calling
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| So let the water run cold for now
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| As if Rome isn’t burning behind my door
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| In a world where we all live like teething rings
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| I am my own worst enemy
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| I am the house that will not set me free |