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Version 1
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Somebody wrote "tender" in the novel's margins
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As if to remind about a precious force
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In the next paragraph, the protagonist
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Sat down on the belly of a dead horse
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The author I read fell from a window many stories high
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Stretching out to feed pigeons or a stray cat depending on the website
[Chorus]
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Whether or not I have or was given a little more time
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There just doesn't seem to be much room for a reply
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And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine
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According to John, fear softens into doubt
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To what do I cling and think is mine? No reply
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[Verse 2]
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"Think the last time I came up this way I was younger"
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Said your aunt, isn't it a good line?
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We found the garden abandoned
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And that night became dark over chicken and wine
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Documentarians tossing lemmings stunned over the edge
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Wartime juveniles shot and martyred for the crime of stealing eggs
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Dinner, by the way, was divine
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I drank the last of the coffee waiting for you to rise
[Chorus]
Cm Fm
Whether or not I have or was given a little more time
Bb Ab
There just doesn't seem to be much room for a reply
Cm Fm
And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine
Bb
According to John, fear softens into doubt
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To what do I cling and think is—
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Whether or not I have or was given a little more time
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There just doesn't seem to be much room for your reply
Cm Fm
And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine
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According to John, fear softens into doubt
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To what do I cling and think is mine? No reply
[Interlude]
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[Outro]
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Reply, no
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