Reflecting from my death bed
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I’m balancing lifes riches
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Against the ditches
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And the flat greys 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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Or those who felt they understood me
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And I can’t see those who
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very patiently put up with me
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All I can see are the never laid
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Of the never played symphonies
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You were one
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You meant to be one
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And you jumped into my face
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And laughed
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And kissed me on the cheek
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And then were gone
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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
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To care for anymore
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Just the never laid
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The never played symphonies
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You were one
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You knew you were one
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And you slid
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Right through my fingers
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No, not literally
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But metaphorically
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And, now you’re all I see
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As the light fades
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The Never Played Symphonies
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| Morrissey |
