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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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