You've been here before
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I've seen that face before I opened the door to you
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You've got the power
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That's why I like you
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Yes it's true
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(Grant)
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Inside on the ceiling
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black above the deathbed.
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There's a bandage on the curtain
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across the window. It moves but
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does not move.
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(Steve)
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Deep, deep in a room patiently
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shining in the darkness
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surrounding. Small details
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dissolving, the moment it comes
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penetration is due
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You've got the power
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That's why I like you
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Yes it's true
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(Grant)
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Outside there's a wind crawling
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up the hill to the top of the
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trees. Moving through a melody
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of grief it sounds like running
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from the body.
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(Steve)
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You're coming up through,
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nobody sees you, but I do.
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First notice the feeling
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and then the sound as the
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flesh breaks through
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(Grant)
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I said it all, was that all
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I said, yeah I said it all
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was that all I said
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(Steve)
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You've got the power, that's
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why I like you
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Yes it's true
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He's been driving since 1943
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Never sent a postcard home
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What about them bones in the orchard wall
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Yeah he's running from the body
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Yes it's true
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Raise your right hand and swear to tell the truth, the whole
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truth, and nothing but the truth
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Running From The Body
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Steve Kilbey |