It was a hot and sultry afternoon
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Sometime at the end of June
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We had collapsed ourselves in shade somewhere
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To conclude our love affair
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But it was too damn hot to speak that much
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It felt easier to touch
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So we forgot to fall apart that day
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And the next day
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It was a cold and endless sky above
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When he decided he was through with love
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The leaves were piles of skeletons
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And he was only skin and bones
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And then he went to the bridge so he could fall
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And drop down far away from it all
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But the water looked so black and deep
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And he closed his eyes and he went to sleep
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Til the next day
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The snow fell hard from five to five
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You had to drink to stay alive
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But you were hoping it would kill you too
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At least you'd have something changing you
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Cause you were cold as the ice at your front door
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You raised a trembling glass and shouted, "Fuck the world!"
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And then you fell into oblivion
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Lying on your bed with your shoes on
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Til the next day
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Baby close your eyes until tomorrow
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It could bring joy it could bring sorrow
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But it will come sure as light
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Try not to dream a dream tonight
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Imagine that you're standing here
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And suddenly you disappear
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A thread cut with a carving knife
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That is what they call our life
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Baby close your eyes until tomorrow
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It could bring joy it could bring sorrow
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But it will come sure as light
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Try not to dream a dream tonight
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Imagine that you're standing here
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And suddenly you disappear
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A thread cut with a carving knife
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That is what they call our life
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A Thread Cut With A Carving Knife
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