Lay down your head in the shifting light
When it starts to fade
When it starts to fade
My mind plays a trick of a lethal kind
Drifting away
Drifting away
Now I can see I may have lived too long
Close to the bone
Close to the bone
When theres no knock upon the door
Youll know its me
When youre phone doesnt ring
Now as the day begins to die
You can call me
When you call me theres no reply
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