Now coming down
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Out of this swan dive to your arms
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But I make no sounds
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When I move through your reservoir
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But I wake up quick
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And I wake up sick
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As you abandon me
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Into these fields of rank and file
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Through this cloud I hear you breathing
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Through these bars I watch them bring more in
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Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
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Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
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It may be two to tango, but boy it's one to let go
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It's just one to let go
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Now boy keep still
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Now don't spread yourself around
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Get back in line
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Eat your bread
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And just work the plough
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'Cause you're not through
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They're not done with with you
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Did you think you were
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The only one that's been let down
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So sleep tight little boys of the new damned
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Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand
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Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
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Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
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May take two to tango, but boy it's one to let go
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Now another bad idea gets through
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Down the assembly line to you
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You're every bridge I should have burned
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Every lesson I've unlearned
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In this smoke-filled waiting room
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With incarcerated lovesick fools
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I will wait for you to cut me loose
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But until then
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I send back letters from the wasteland home
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Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
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Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
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From where I slow dance to this romance on my own
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Letters From The Wasteland
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Wallflowers |