Focus all your senses on my gleaming words.
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Troubled picket fences always hurt the worst.
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Help me over gently,
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one last step to go but
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reminders that it's me you're saving send you on the run.
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It's lonely here without you,
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and I'm longing for your kiss.
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It's lonely here without you,
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but it's your love that I miss.
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True-blue boys in black trans-ams keep you up holding their hands.
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And I'm still here,
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this balancing act is getting harder by the hour.
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Feet are slipping underneath me,
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jagged edge quickly approaching.
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This is my blood you see on your walls.
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These are my lungs that scream for it all.
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This is my heart that solemnly dies.
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This is my love I gave,
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Good-bye.
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Outstretched hands searching for fingertips to save me again.
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Act 3, Scene 4
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| Remember Maine |
