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I've found good things
To endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself

I've found good things
To endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself

I know you won't do it
Your soliloquy prevails
And I know you won't say
Words of truth
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself

I know you won't do it
The sky falls on the sea
I know you won't say
Words of truth
I've found good things
To endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself

Throw yourself
Throw yourself
Throw yourself