roll his body
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give him eyes
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make him smile for me,
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give him life
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my hand is bleeding,
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i run back inside
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i turn off the light,
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switch on a starry night
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my window flies open
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my bedroom fills with falling snow,
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should be a dream but i'm not sleepy
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i see his snowy white face but i'm not afraid
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he lies down beside me
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so cold next to me
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i can feel him melting in my hand
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melting, in my hand
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he won't speak to me
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his crooked mouth is full of dead leaves
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full of dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
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crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn
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he is dissolving, dissolving before me and dawn will come soon
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what kind of spirit is this?
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our one and only tryst
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his breath all misty,
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and when i kiss his ice-cream lips
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and his creamy skin,
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his snowy white arms surround me
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so cold next to me
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i can feel him melting in my hand
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melting, melting, in my hand
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sunday morning
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i can't find him
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the sheets are soaking
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and on my pillow
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dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
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crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn
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i can't find him ? misty
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oh please can you help me?
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he must be somewhere
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open window closing,
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oh but wait, it's still snowing
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if you're out there,
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i'm coming out on the ledge
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i'm going out on the ledge
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Misty
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| Kate Bush |
