| I’m sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
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| Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate
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| Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene’s bleak
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| Another train leavin' home
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| Conceding defeat with a low moan
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| Hangin' in A sky, made of stone
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| Everybody’s leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
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| To come meet me in the twilight zone
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| Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone
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| I bought him coffee and a snack
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| Settled back, started speakin'
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| He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap
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| While I’m seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober
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| Not cover my mistakes
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| Try to maybe make sense of the evidence
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| It’s over, she’s gone for good
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| Why should I lie, singin' a killer’s lullaby
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| Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
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| The last thing you hear before your life disappear
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| Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst
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| Feel like I’ve been cursed
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| With seven centuries of bitter memories
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| And inadequacies, previous he’s and she’s
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| I’m movin' round this old house for the last time
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| Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes
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| Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock
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| You got eternity for takin' stock
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| This place is like a padlock
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| You look shocked
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| Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust
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| There’s just us and I’m here to torment and tease
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| And that’s how it was for centuries
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| Me and my memories, till you brought the keys
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| Took the couple of Saturdays
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| I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
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| Seven hundred years since I came here
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| You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
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| I couldn’t get near
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| And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
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| I was really cursed, thought I’d been through the worst part
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| That was just the first part, just the start
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| Every night I’d be sittin' with dread pickin' my heart
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| In case the man she’d been chasin' gets to first base
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| An' I just can’t escape, I’m in bad shape
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| You making love to someone else is more than I can take
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| And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
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| Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell
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| I’m getting heated, I’m sorry, have another coffee
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| I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure
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| Unless an escape route is found
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| I’m going down underground
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| Into lifetimes of pain, it’s absurd
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| The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
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| So I’m referred back to hell, huh
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| Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought
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| Of syringes
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| J, I’m going insane with shame
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| I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
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| With what I call a farmer’s swain
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| Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who’s dick is always hard
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| Oh God, of course I’m jealous, fellows
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| Oversexed flexing his pec’s
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| Jesus, what’s he going make her do next?
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| I’m mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest
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| You used to do that to me back in 1253
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| Pity me, while you lie with your lover
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| I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
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| Unaware of who else is there
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| I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
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| You know it’s possible to vaguely define my outline
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| When dust move in the sunshine
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| So I’m tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch
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| Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
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| And switch 'round the house in a blind rage
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| It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this
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| Cage
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| And write another stage into a new age
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| It’s difficult to gauge
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| But I know that I’ll see you again, on that you may depend
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| I just don’t know how or when
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| Sleep on, my lost love on gone
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| Jerome took me home under steel skies
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| Knowing I’m prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies
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| And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes
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| The why oh why’s that identify killer lullabies
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| And he surmised
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| No surprise couldn’t hear that
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| Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again
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| Not knowing how and not knowing when |