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Bye Bye
When I'm playing dead on the floor,
But playing isn't a piece of the game,
When there's no more room to walk,
And I'm feeling all caved in,
Tell my son I love him,
When ice becomes permafrost,
My heart becomes disconnected from my chest,
And the hairs on my hand stand on end,
From the knowing that all too soon to come,
Something's waiting around the bend,
Something dark, intangible,
Tell my son I love him,
There's no more light to gain.
But playing isn't a piece of the game,
When there's no more room to walk,
And I'm feeling all caved in,
Tell my son I love him,
When ice becomes permafrost,
My heart becomes disconnected from my chest,
And the hairs on my hand stand on end,
From the knowing that all too soon to come,
Something's waiting around the bend,
Something dark, intangible,
Tell my son I love him,
There's no more light to gain.
Published 5th Dec 2011
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