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[ti:Down the Step] |
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[ar:Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions] |
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[al:] |
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He's my friend, don't wake him |
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He's asleep for sure |
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Look at his eyes, open stare |
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Warm smile on his face |
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Here we go off the steps |
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Counting in soul, no regrets |
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Look at his arms |
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Hollow and cold |
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I'll never want to make him go |
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He's my friend, I know |
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I'll never want to make him stay |
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But now, he'll never go away |
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It's the night or the morning |
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Allan flag and nothing on him |
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Here or there don't mean much |
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Sylvia says he's cold to touch |
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I'll never want to make him go |
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He's my friend, I know |
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I'll never want to make him stay |
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But now, he'll never go away |
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Down the steps |
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Fast asleep |
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Wake up |
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Make us some tea |
