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Waiting for the last leaf to fall
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Can I hear a cry for a dead man to crawl
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Asleep like stones in the well
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Empty as you leave your dry seashell
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Waiting for the last leaf to fall
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Can I hear a cry for a dead man to crawl
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Asleep like stones in the well
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Empty as you leave your dry seashell
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Never seen you come this far
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Never thought I'd hope this hard
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(Like Air)
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Always looking down upon yourself
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(Like Air)
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You live 2ft above yourself
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(Somewhere)
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We will always be in parallel
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(Out there)
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It's a place without a hope in hell
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(Like Air)
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Haven't made a sound all week
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Trying to gather up some promises to keep
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I watched as the icicles fell
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Pinned to the bottom or drowning, it's hard to tell
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You may be human after all
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Must you build yourself so tall
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Trying to wash your trace off my skin
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Cover up the footprints I've been making
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Easier to cut you cold
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You can keep your waste of space, I'm half way home
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(Ãâó : http://bjork.nazzim.net/natalie/)
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Cold Air
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| natalie imbruglia |
