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There’s and old song that keeps playing I my head<br>
as I lay down, twisting here in bed<br>
and I’m feeling, fallen, fading in and out of consciousness<br>
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And its just like the movies<br>
when you’re standing in the bedroom door<br>
And its almost too easy, to tell you I can’t love you more<br>
But I’m gone, I’m gone<br>
There’s no easy way to get back home<br>
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Then tomorrow, you’ll find me in this cage<br>
until September, when the colors turn to gray<br>
and then we’ll wait for winter<br>
Another lonely hundred thousand days<br>
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And its just like the movies<br>
when you’re standing in the bedroom door<br>
And its almost too easy, to tell you I can’t love you more<br>
But I’m gone, I’m gone<br>
There’s no easy way to get back home<br>
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