There is a cat in the window,
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Of the house of my lover.
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Well she sleeps there alone now,
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Or perhaps with another.
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Oh, I try not to think about that.
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I try not to think at all.
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I get cocaine from a girl I met,
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And my brother buys me alcohol.
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And I stay up all night walking through these,
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Houses I have grown to hate,
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And my parents ask if I'm all right.
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I say "I've just been staying up too late".
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I need to sleep.
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I need to do something,
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To get this awful weight up off my chest,
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And keep her pretty ghost from chasing,
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Me...
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(From chasing me....)
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So, you say there are spaces,
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Open and wide.
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Believe me there's days,
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Longer than nights.
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And you will be happy the minute you try...
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But you don't try.
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No you don't try.
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And you speak of a fever,
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That burns you inside.
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As you explain to your mother,
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How you wanted to die.
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So she kisses your fingers,
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Says "My Darling but why?
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When there is so much more...
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There is so much more..."
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Do you know there are spaces,
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Open and wide.
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Oh believe me, there's days,
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Longer than nights.
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And you will be happy,
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If only you'd try.
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Oh won't you try,
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Oh won't you try...
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The Joy In Forgetting / The Joy In Acceptance
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| Bright Eyes |
