Id like to sneak around your house When everyones asleep Tiptoe across the doorroom mat That used to welcome me Then gently shut the door To see a brandnew Christmas tree And the silence pounds like a kettle drum And a chill runs through me But does she ever miss me? I still hear her singing Just like an orchestra, just like a painting With velvet brushes and wooden framing A familiar Monet thats worth renaming The scar I choked up the dirt, completely hurt I ran straight through them all Then pushed aside whats left of pride And trembled through the hall And there stands a door youd seen before When all you knew you was down And your perfume breath brought peaceful death On sleepy silver gowns But does she ever miss me? I still hear her singing Just like an orchestra, just like a painting With velvet brushes and wooden framing A familiar Monet thats worth renaming The scar Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing To sleep is such a hole I eat without your company I drink till I unfold And now hear the end of everything Just thrown onto the ground But October fell and broke my shell And all I knew was down
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