I should trade my heart in for a watch
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'Cause all I do is watch the numbers slip away
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My lips silently repeat the countdown
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'Cause it's too hard to say
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I always knew that you would leave
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Do you know where the hell we are
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All the birds are too quiet in the trees
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Frightened by the sweet things we say to each other
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Frightened by the things we make them see
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I always knew that you would leave
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Like hunger that you always have to feed
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Like when Don Rickles' spotlight goes blue
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The countdown tells me I'm better off alone
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And so empty without you
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I always knew that you would leave
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Cape Canaveral
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American Music Club |