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The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop for the dead
And did it all in gold and blue and gray
The efforts to allay your dread
In spite of all you knew and said
Were hard to see and harder still to say
A comfort plush all laced in lead
Was sent to quell your sentiment
And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay
And when a sudden silhouette
Escaped the top side of your bed
I knew you'd never ever be the same
Is it not me, am I not folded by your touch?
The words you spoke I know too much
It's over now and not enough
Is it not me, the damage you hold insid
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