He's gone again
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Pulls me with him each time
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I should ask him when he's home
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He's gone again
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Pulls the blinds to hide the bars
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He shows me when to bleed
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And time will tell
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If all that I could be was changed
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By his remote disdain
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He's gone again
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Onto the train he holds the reins
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Of emptiness and fear
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He's gone again
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Into the arms of solitude
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He constantly reveres
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And I will cease
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To seek delusional relief
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In these defining years
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Emerald eyed he dreams of disowning
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Brown eyed and homely justifies
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A little too late the wrong man returns
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To say goodnight
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He's gone again
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Pulls me with him each time
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When attempting to atone
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He's gone for good
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And I discover irony
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And ask him when he's home
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Gone Again
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| Curt Smith |
