I'm lying as far out
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Towards the edge
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As possible
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So far out
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That i'm almost tripping over
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You lie behind me
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Your breath is heavy
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You're sleeping
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There are some screws
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That are coming loose
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From two holes in the wall
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The plaster's sifting down
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Resting like sleep-sand in my eyes
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There's a cabinet
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(Hanging over my bed)
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Filled with all my secret things
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(Filled with all my secret things)
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Every night i lie
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(Staring at it)
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I'm so afraid that it will fall down
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Onto my face
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I know what is keeping
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My cabinet from falling down
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It's very a small bird
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Made of ceramics
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Fastened by a thread
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To the bottom of the cabinet
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When you're awake
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You play around with it
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Then i get so scared
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That the thread won't be strong enough
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I'm hiding my head under the pillow
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Hoping that
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The bird won't fly away
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There's a cabinet
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(Hanging above my bed)
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Filled with all my secrets things
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(Filled with secret things)
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Every night i lie
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(Staring up at it)
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I'm so afraid that it will fall down
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'Cause what if the cabinet
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(Were to fall down)
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And what if it hit my face
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(Would you get frightened by)
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The things that you would see
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(The things that you would see)
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Or would try to mend it
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(Would you even try)
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There's a cabinet
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Hanging above my bed
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Filled with secret things
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The cabinet
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| Anja Garbarek |
