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And something warm and soft just passed through here
It took the precious things that I hold dearer
It rifled through the gray and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare
In a dentist chair
Sucking in the air
Wire across the stair
Kicking down the door
At your local store
When your world, a bore
Forces through the floor
Unexpected news
Wearing high-heel shoes
Blowing out the fuse
Paying all your dues
Deadwing lullaby
Like a fractured toy
It's a worthless lie
To the public eye
I don't take waste and strays back home with me
My bleeding heart does not extend to charity
Yes, I'd have to say I like my privacy
And did you know you're on closed circuit TV?
So smile at me
And the dream you had
Of your mom or dad
On a beach somewhere
And the poison air
With the cancer threat
In a cigarette
Deadwing lullaby
Find a place to hide
And from the yellow windows on the last train
A specter from the next life breathes his forgone pain
I look with you into the speeding black rain
Afraid to touch someone, afraid to ask her for a name
And in the morning when I find her lost shoe
I throw a window open wide and step through
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Song Facts
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Mikael Åkerfeldt (Opeth) - Vocals on this track.
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submitted by Lucid Dreams
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