Reflecting from my deathbed
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I'm balancing life's riches against the ditches
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and the flat gray years in between
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All I can see are the never-laid
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That's the never-played symphonies
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I can't see those who tried to love me
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All those who felt they understood me
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and I can't see those who very patiently put up with me
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All I can see are the never-laid
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Or the never-played symphonies
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You were one, you meant to be one
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and you jumped into my face and laughed
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and kissed me on the cheek and then were gone forever
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...not quite
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Black sky in the daytime
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and I don't much mind dying
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When there is nothing left to care for anymore
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Just the never-laid, the never-played symphonies
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You were one, you knew you were one
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and you slipped right thru my fingers
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No not literally but metaphorically
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and now you're all I see as the light fades
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The Never-Played Symphonies
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| Morrissey |
