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When I come back to life I’ll find you
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Push my thumbs into your eyes and blind you
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And when you hear your name called out across a crowded street
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You’ll think of me and swear the ground was stolen from your feet
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In the old apartment or the place beneath the stairs
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Reaching for a groping palm or vacant stares
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Call the cops or call one of your well meaning friends
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Time will see them scatter off to fight what they defend
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If you die tomorrow or a hundred years from now
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There won’t be an article or a furrowed brow
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Yours is like the spirit of the breeze that blows through town
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No one remembers unless it knocks something down
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