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TOO CLOSE TO CALL

TOO CLOSE TO CALL

 

which one of us died?

I hear myself moan

while I sit at your side

and you drink on your own

 

which one of us left?

who left who behind?

whose heart more bereft?

this plays on my mind

 

who drinks 'til they fall

and ***** overdosed

will walk into walls?

I can't

I'm a ghost

 

you only lost me

but made me your all

so who ceased to be?

it's too close to call

 

when all's done and said

our one tragic flaw

we're both of us dead

let's call it a draw.

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