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That Day

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  • Can you hear me now
    Lying in this bed
    Embedded in this written story?
    Can you hear me now
    Calling from this bed?
    I'm spitting words but there's no meaning, no(Now he's taking his time)
    He's got nothing to lose(But the first thing he sees)
    Is the last thing he choose(And when the moment arrived)
    He just found he had nothing to say
    That dayCan you hear me now
    Sky is turning red
    The streets are all gone
    Am I dreaming, no
    Can you hear me now
    Falling from this bed?
    Nudist that bears gifts
    But when will it show me(Now she's taking her time)
    She's got nothing to lose(But the first thing she sees)
    Is the last thing she choose(And when the moment arrived)
    She just found she had nothing to say
    That dayHe lies awake in his bed every night
    Devising ways to conceal the strain
    She never tells of her midnight fears
    Or admits that she does the same
    They never meet, never touch
    Never speak and for one tired old refrain
    Can you hear me now
    Lying in this bed
    Embedded in this written story?
    Can you hear me now
    Calling from this bed?
    I'm spitting words but there's no meaning
  • Can you hear me now
    Lying in this bed
    Embedded in this written story?
    Can you hear me now
    Calling from this bed?
    I'm spitting words but there's no meaning, no(Now he's taking his time)
    He's got nothing to lose(But the first thing he sees)
    Is the last thing he choose(And when the moment arrived)
    He just found he had nothing to say
    That dayCan you hear me now
    Sky is turning red
    The streets are all gone
    Am I dreaming, no
    Can you hear me now
    Falling from this bed?
    Nudist that bears gifts
    But when will it show me(Now she's taking her time)
    She's got nothing to lose(But the first thing she sees)
    Is the last thing she choose(And when the moment arrived)
    She just found she had nothing to say
    That dayHe lies awake in his bed every night
    Devising ways to conceal the strain
    She never tells of her midnight fears
    Or admits that she does the same
    They never meet, never touch
    Never speak and for one tired old refrain
    Can you hear me now
    Lying in this bed
    Embedded in this written story?
    Can you hear me now
    Calling from this bed?
    I'm spitting words but there's no meaning