it was the strangest thing today - i saw new footprints in abandoned pathways beneath forgotten undergrowth something stirring again.
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you were a single red blood cell,
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but i lost you in this knot of capillaries,
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but you were bringing me oxygen when i needed it most in the smoke.
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[chorus]
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and you were always as far as mongolia,
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as close as my clothes,
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your presence pervading, but it still never shows.
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as close as the answer i never quite know, or canĄ¯t quite remember.
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your distance insidious, as soft as a blow.
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your shadow is with me wherever i go.
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itĄ¯s on the tip of my tongue but still i never quite know,
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or canĄ¯t quite remember. i donĄ¯t quite remember.
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the forced proximity of a million different mike leigh movies makes me long for the fresh air of a familiar face, and not the violence of loneliness, nor the unease of surrounded seclusion. i keep nearly missing you around corners and in passing trains.
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[chorus]
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and you were always as far as mongolia,
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as close as my clothes,
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your presence pervading, but it still never shows.
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as close as the answer i never quite know, or canĄ¯t quite remember.
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your distance insidious, as soft as a blow.
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your shadow is with me wherever i go.
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itĄ¯s on the tip of my tongue but still i never quite know,
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or canĄ¯t quite remember. i donĄ¯t quite remember.
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and if iĄ¯d known that you werenĄ¯t so far away, that you were never that far away, i couldĄ¯ve rode this train smiling.
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Smiling At Strangers On Trains
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| Million Dead |
