| And I’m a go make my bed
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| Tuck in the other side
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| These confessions are mine
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| But I’ll not claim a word
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| This restless parade
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| Yes I watched it go by
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| Through the cracks in my palm
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| Seen them all gone
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| Some sequence of lives
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| Well she calls out alone
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| With the pain in her voice
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| It’s the wound of betrayal
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| It’s the weapon of choice
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| Left her heart on display
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| Though that she’ll deny
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| Two tattoos of skin
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| One of ice one of tin
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| For the days have gone by But I ain’t one to reminisce
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| But close my heart and clench my fists
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| Now the days swiftly pass
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| With the chest full of fear
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| Here the minutes are hours
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| But the moments are years
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| And old acquaintances passed
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| In trios, in pairs
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| And if they stay or they go One struggles to know
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| One struggles to care
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| But out beyond the Ten Tree walls
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| The wind blows hard the highway crawls
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| And if you should pass the James Hotel
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| Please stop in for I knew you well
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| But that was oh so long ago
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| And I never learned how to let go But when you fear your own faults
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| And you’re sick of this life
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| When you’re reckless of hand
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| And trembling the knife
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| And all your doors prefer locks
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| And your death prefers spoons
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| Why wouldn’t you wait one last laugh at fate
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| Forever’s too soon
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| But across the field death bell knells
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| Listen close hear the toll tell
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| To run and tell my darling true
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| My breath is short
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| My days are few
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| So please come down
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| And take my hand
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| My last demand
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| And lead me to some slender rest
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| And please dismiss what I confess |