| Young girl with roses in her eyes
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| Sits on a bed of white sheets
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| The lights are off the gloom begins
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| To thicken as she waits
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| She’s waiting alone in the dark
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| (waiting…)
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| Where is the sun and the flowered park
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| (we're always waiting…)
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| Why do they always meet in shadow
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| Young girl with roses in her eyes
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| (I'm as close as your breathing…)
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| Waits for the phosphorescent mouth
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| (but you can’t hear me…)
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| It’s blue and comes upon her neck
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| In whispers like dry grass
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| She’s waiting for her lover’s voice
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| (I tried to talk to you…)
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| The sun is gone, the music plays
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| (but you wouldn’t listen…)
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| From the street corner and she cries
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| Young girl with roses in her eyes
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| Hugs close the dark and cries
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| The words she hears are weak
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| Her lover’s not asleep he’s dead
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| She feels his breathing by her side
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| He reaches across the border
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| Stretching his boneless hand towards her
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| (…Death is silent painless
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| I didn’t know what happened
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| I was suddenly standing above my body
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| While you looked on
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| Too much in shock for tears
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| I tried to speak
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| But couldn’t
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| I tried to talk to you
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| But you wouldn’t listen
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| And now we meet
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| Like guilty lovers in the dark
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| For such a hopeless moment
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| And even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
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| And I go back
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| To my darkness…)
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| The girl with roses in her eyes
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| (my spirit lingers after you like a faint stream of clouds…)
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| Speaks with her lover who is here
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| (my mouth hovers about you forever…)
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| Like vines their voices intertwine
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| It is all they have
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| (I see you waiting for me… summoning up the power as the light dies…)
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| She struggles to hold him back
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| (the light we loved…)
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| He clutches but the power is gone
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| And the pillow turns to chalk
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| (I tried to speak but couldn’t
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| And now we meet like guilty lovers in the dark
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| For such a hopeless moment
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| And even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
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| And I go back to my darkness…) |