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I see you, on a rope on fire,
sliding down and striving up again

Auburn skies, cogent lies,
fleeting smiles all perfectly sane

Even I hear the calls from hell,
compassionate soothing lee

It's hard to hold on to,
someone who can never be,
free

I see you standing there boy,
I see you linger
I see you standing there boy,
but you belong down here with me

Laughing dogs surround the pit,
you loose your firm grip and turn around

Your gaze hits me and it's oh so cold,
god I think I'm bound
to fall with you again,
and nothing really matters down there

So leave your love and leave your hate,
leave everything that can tear your heart

I see you standing there boy,
I see you linger
I see you standing there boy,
but you belong down here with me

I'll leave you with your demons, this time I'm going home

I'll have a cup of coffee, and maybe a shot of rum
Turn on the radio, hoping for an honest song

That'll tidy up my suit, and sweep away the pong

I see you standing there boy,
I see you linger
I see you standing there boy,
but you belong down here with me
I see you, on a rope on fire,    sliding down and striving up again      Auburn skies, cogent lies,    fleeting smiles all perfectly sane      Even I hear the calls from hell,    compassionate soothing lee      It's hard to hold on to,    someone who can never be,    free      I see you standing there boy,    I see you linger   I see you standing there boy,    but you belong down here with me      Laughing dogs surround the pit,    you loose your firm grip and turn around      Your gaze hits me and it's oh so cold,    god I think I'm bound   to fall with you again,    and nothing really matters down there      So leave your love and leave your hate,    leave everything that can tear your heart      I see you standing there boy,    I see you linger   I see you standing there boy,    but you belong down here with me      I'll leave you with your demons, this time I'm going home      I'll have a cup of coffee, and maybe a shot of rum   Turn on the radio, hoping for an honest song      That'll tidy up my suit, and sweep away the pong      I see you standing there boy,    I see you linger   I see you standing there boy,    but you belong down here with me
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