I woke up to a feeling, it was cold by my side
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You had gone with the sunrise, leaving tears in my eyes
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I got up with a feeling of an emptiness inside
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To the noise of the sidewalk and the silence of my mind
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Well I walked out this morning, down a street with no name
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To a club called "The Loser", like a dog that's gone lame
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Took the club elevator to the floor with a view
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I took out life subscription - it's the only one they do
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I stepped out on the guard rail, saw the crowds slowly part
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Heard a voice shouting "Don't jump, please for God's sake let me move my car!"
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Felt a hand on my shoulder, heard a voice cry "Just in time!"
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Felt the quick push, felt the air rush
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Felt the sidewalk, fell in line
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Suicide?
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| The Barclay James Harvest |
