Were you surprised that we never spoke?
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That in the still of the night, when nothing stirs
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I woke and I gathered up some clothes
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I never planned on this but it's the way it goes
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And now it all seems too familiar like pages turned on calendars
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We get the same twelve months to fuck things up, year after year
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And I can't believe how down I am like a well I'm being lowered in
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Now water stops, the bucket drops us farther and farther down
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Farther and farther down
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Well I guess that you never knew me
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Or at least not well enough
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So I fill my gut with dark red wine
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Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind
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You won't see me there in that thick black air
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Yeah, I'll finally make something disappear
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Because I've been practicing disappearing
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And I think that I've got it down
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Now there is no sun, just a cellar
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Nowhere is sky, just that black, black dirt
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Now there is no sun, it's just a cellar
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Nowhere is sky, just that black, black
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Black, black dirt
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Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers
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Not that it matters, it's back or it's forwards
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Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
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Use them as markers
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The place where your bed once stood
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A time when it still felt good
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But you'll get that feeling back
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Yeah, you just need some time to think
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And to add up the hell, get it straight in your mind
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But to calculate cost, that may take some time
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But I'm sure you'll get to feeling better
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Yeah, I just need some time to drink
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So I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
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Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
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I'll be lying there in that hot white air
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Once that something's gone, it might never reappear
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It might never reappear
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It might never reappear
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It might never reappear
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The Vanishing Act
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| Bright Eyes |
