Half life
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She moves in a half life
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Imperfect
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From her place on the stairs
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Or sat in the backseat
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Sometimes you're only a passenger
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In the time of your life
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And there's snow on the mattress
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Blown in from the doorway
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It would take pack mules and provisions
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To get out alive
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There were concerts and car crashes
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There were kids she'd attended
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And discreet indiscretions
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For which she'd once made amends
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And there's ice on the windshield
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And the wipers are wasted
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And the metal is flying
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Between her and her friends
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She'd abandoned them there
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In the hills of Appalachia
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She threw off the sandbags
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To lighten the load
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As soon as the sun rose
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The keys were in the ignition
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Following the tyre tracks
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Of the truck sanding the road
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There had to be drugs
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Running through the girl's body
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There had to be drugs
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And they too had a name
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And the adrenalin rush
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Had left her exhausted
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When under the blue sky
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Nothing need be explained
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And there is no maker
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Just inexhaustible indifference
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And there's comfort in that
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So you feel unafraid
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And the radio falls silent
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But for short bursts of static
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And she sleeps in a house
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That once too had a name
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Snow White in Appalachia
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David Sylvian |