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The Wake
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Singing praises was never a feature
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Encouraged in me or my kind
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Every time they remain
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With my hand to my mouth
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The crowded borders leave me colour-blind
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Pushing me for the death warmed up
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And the flowers and fur to parade
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In the time that it takes for the ritual wake
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They've broken all the promises they made
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I was driven away to distraction and
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Couldn't see we were all laid to waste
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Never sleeping, I saw my abduction from
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Solid areas fallen from grace
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I come drifting through the draughting
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Dropping out of sight
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I'm not begging for love, I'm empty as I am
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I'm beginning to wonder
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Is the ability too weak ?
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If this stark interior surrounds me
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Am I so unique ?
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Little blue souvenir to remind me of
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Restless days when I should have said no
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And you know that I've nothing to share with you
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For the chance of the love that we save
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I wanted to be magnificent
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For the less-than-a-lifetime of mine
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I forget where I came in
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All I know there's no discipline now
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The Wake
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