Well, the silence in this house
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It echoes in this house
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I pull myself together, say
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"Today I will get out"
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The world, it changed without me
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You should hear what I've been told
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The streets I see are blasphemy
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Lined with paper cups and gold
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And in some dream, I think
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That every word I dare to speak
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Someone's always leaning over me
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Lean all over me
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A giant vision in the distance
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Chase that rainbow down
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I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest
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I hear a knock, a knocking sound
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It's the slivers flowing through my veins
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It's a sign that I'm alive
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You're lucky, oh my friend, so lucky
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You're lucky just to be alive
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As words go turning by
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I wish they'd all come clear
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In this room
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Another lonely afternoon
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I can count the lonely days
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I get by, as they go by
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Standing in the stairway by this room
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By this room
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(They've held me down for long enough;
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Like a flower, I need to grow)
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The frail and tender heart
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Been shipwrecked with a fool
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Feeling so abused, well, sometimes
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Life can be so cruel
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And the ones who make decisions for you
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Well, they better understand
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But you don't know what made me think of that
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Lonely afternoon
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Lonely Afternoon
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| Bob Mould |
