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The phone slips from a loose grip |
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Words were missed, then some apology |
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I didn't want to tell you this |
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No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with |
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I don't know, the past couple of weeks,I guess |
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Thank you and hang up the phone |
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Let the funeral start, hear the casket close |
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Let's pin split black ribbon to your overcoat |
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The laughter pours from under doors in this house |
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I don't understand that sound no more |
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Seems artificial, like a TV setHaligh, |
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Haligh, a lie,Haligh |
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This weight, it must be satisfied |
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You offer only one reply |
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You know not what you do |
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As you tear and tear your hair from roots |
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Of that same head you've twice removed |
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Now, a lock of hair you said would prove |
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Our love would never die, well, ha ha ha |
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I remember everything, the words we spoke on freezing South Street |
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All those mornings watching you get ready for school |
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You combed your hair inside that mirror |
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The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears |
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Something about those bright colors |
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Would always make you feel better |
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But now we speak with ruined tongues |
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And the words we say aren't meant for anyone |
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It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance |
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But there was once you |
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You said you hate my suffering, and you understood |
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And you'd take care of me |
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You'd always be there, where are you now? |
| [02:52.80] |
Haligh, Haligh, a lie,Haligh |
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The plans were never finalized |
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But left to hang like yarn and twine |
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Dangling before my eyes |
| [03:07.55] |
As you tear and tear your hair from roots |
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From that same head that you have twice removed |
| [03:14.91] |
Now, a lock of hair you said would prove |
| [03:18.71] |
Our love would never die |
| [03:22.3] |
And I sing and sing of awful things |
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The pleasure that my sadness brings |
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As my fingers press onto the strings |
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Yet another clumsy chord |
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Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie |
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This weight would now be satisfied |
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I'm gonna give you only one reply |
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I know not who I am? |
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But I talk in the mirror |
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To the stranger that appears |
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Our conversations are circles |
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Always one sided, nothing is clear |
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Except we keep coming back |
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To this meaning that |
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I lack He says "The choices were given" |
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And now, you must live them |
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Or just not live |
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But do you want that? |
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