Fresh when sleeping meant every other night
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Falling asleep for the fifth time
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Early in the morning
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Awake in terror, words staring back at him, never to be used
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Their hands on hold
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So quiet, they could hear eachother's thinking, denying
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Garner interest, eachother's thinking, denying
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Making of life, a forged painting
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Life's big magnet tug, tugging
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And listeners like you
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Sprig
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| Emily Haines |
