Bled out on the bathroom floor
Left my luggage at the door
Didn't even notice letters
Piling up at the frontdoor
With you saying all your sorrow
And the lies between your lips
Frightened eyes they fear tomorrow
When my soul departs on ships
A last glance upon the windows
At the clouds to which my mind flows
Close my eyes and drift away
I leave you with the willows
Don't you dare to weep for me
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