The stillness here,
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Like what he sometimes finds inside her,
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Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever
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He sometimes wonders
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Is the sum of their lives together
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Him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters
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These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling
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And he's falling for the pleasure of pretending
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That she's sitting by the window waiting
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For him to come calling
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If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours
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We'd sit on the point
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And watch the sun continually flounder
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Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power
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And connect with those days
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Back before all of this went sour
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'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling
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And I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending
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That you're sitting by the window waiting
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For me to come calling
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Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper
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And with the last of the sun
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You can feel the approach of the winter
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Now is the time of each day
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That I Desperately miss her
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I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her
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So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling
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And you're falling for the pleasure of pretending
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That I'm sitting by the window waiting
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For you to come calling
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Come Calling (His Song)
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Cowboy Junkies |