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Return to Push |
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TO BE NEAR |
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Fall into bed .. baby monitor on the night table |
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It communicates the static of an innocent dream |
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My face drowns in the pillow |
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He snores into my ear |
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And holds me too tightly |
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Because he needs to be near |
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Restless but no sadness, how can one fall |
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Out of love .. when they never fell in? |
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It’s time for a round |
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Of deep heavy sighs and a frustrated tear |
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Familiar soundtrack of relationship excavation |
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That he refuses to hear |
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He holds on to her in his sleep, stealing covers |
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He advances with each move she takes away |
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His sleep habits mimic the day |
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In the dark its quite clear |
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He’s pushed her right to the edge |
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Because he needs to be near |
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