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Broken hands, so Sans Soleil
It lights my way through these
Empty streets at night
The dragging heels, the cold air stabs me
Like a needle running with this thread
Scissors cut me dead and gone
Living like the blade I carry
I never thought of you
Living all alone
Scissors cut me dead, I never felt
Like anyone could ever be so far
So far from home
The day begins
When the music ends
It's days like these
That I wish I was somewhere else
And I can't forget my own name
Replace it with a voice that carries on
Scissors cut me dead and gone
Living like the blade I carry
I never thought of you
Living all alone
Scissors cut me dead, I never felt
Like anyone could ever be so far
So far from home
So far from home
So, so far
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