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I'll stay here lying |
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on your bed. Even for the rest of |
| [00:05.04] |
my days. With its side empty |
| [00:07.95] |
spaced, where you once used to |
| [00:10.29] |
stay. Have you ever noticed the |
| [00:14.76] |
glimpses upstairs? These rooms |
| [00:18.33] |
are all that matter. |
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And on the |
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walls these pictures scream and |
| [00:25.14] |
ask me what I've done to seem so |
| [00:28.14] |
amused by the way of having done |
| [00:30.84] |
nothing today. They all have their |
| [00:34.92] |
eyes covered up with paint. Their |
| [00:38.16] |
room is all that matters. |
| [00:44.13] |
I can |
| [00:44.64] |
walk up the walls, but can't make |
| [00:49.71] |
water out of wine. So I'm desperate |
| [00:56.49] |
for some cold rain to wash those |
| [00:57.51] |
hands of mine. |
| [01:05.22] |
I'll stay here |
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listening to the crowds and hear |
| [01:08.76] |
the footsteps and the shouts. But |
| [01:11.49] |
it's all passing me by, tangled up |
| [01:14.28] |
in my own life. Have I missed the |
| [01:19.41] |
clue of your brave escape? For |
| [01:21.93] |
this is what - you said - matters. |
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Some other town, some other day. |
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Another clown, coming up her way. |
