I can't recall that last day of sun
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Curtains closed
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And sitting with the lights out
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An uncertain emptiness surrounds me
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I'm numb and my judgments
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Have switched to autopilot
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Nothing left but echoes
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And thoughts of moving on
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Don't stay away
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Don't stay here
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Tell me all your secrets
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I promise I'll be listening
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And if you ever come back home
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I'll be waiting patiently
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Tell me nothing sacred
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I promise I won't hear a word
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And if you ever come back home
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I won't act so patiently
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Black feathers
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And an unannounced call.
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These things go hand in hand
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Like talking to you
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And the intake of glass
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I hope this knife in my hand
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Speaks for itself...
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Don't stay away
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Don't stay here
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Tell me all your secrets
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I promise I'll be listening
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And if you ever come back home
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I'll be waiting patiently
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Tell me nothing sacred
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I promise I won't hear a word
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And if you ever come back home
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I won't act so patiently
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She's not coming back
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Tell me all your secrets
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I promise I'll be listening
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And if you ever come back home
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I'll be waiting patiently
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Don't stay away
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Don't stay here
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Tell me all your secrets
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I promise I'll be listening
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And if you ever come back home
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I'll be waiting patiently
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Tell me nothing sacred
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I promise I won't hear a word
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And if you ever come back home
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I won't act so patiently
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She's not coming back
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...Discipline Your Daughters
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Norma Jean Band |