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        Return to Push | 
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        TO BE NEAR | 
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        Fall into bed .. baby monitor on the night table | 
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        It communicates the static of an innocent dream  | 
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        My face drowns in the pillow | 
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        He snores into my ear | 
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        And holds me too tightly | 
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        Because he needs to be near  | 
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        Restless but no sadness, how can one fall | 
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        Out of love .. when they never fell in?  | 
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        It’s time for a round  | 
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        Of deep heavy sighs and a frustrated tear | 
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        Familiar soundtrack of relationship excavation | 
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        That he refuses to hear | 
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        He holds on to her in his sleep, stealing covers | 
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        He advances with each move she takes away  | 
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        His sleep habits mimic the day | 
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        In the dark its quite clear  | 
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        He’s pushed her right to the edge | 
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        Because he needs to be near | 
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