I Am Disappeared

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          I keep having
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dreams of pioneers and pirate 
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ships and Bob Dylan
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Of people wrapped up tight in the 
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thing that'll kill them
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Of being trapped in a lift 
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plunging straight to the bottom
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Of open seas and ways of life 
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we've forgotten
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I keep having dreams

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Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
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I went back to her house and I 
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slept beside her
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She woke up screaming in the middle
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 of the night
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Terrified of her own insides
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Dreams of pirate ships and Patty 
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Hearst
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Breaking through a life of a 
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rehearse
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She can't remember which came first
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The house the home or the terrible 
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thirst
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She keeps having dreams

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      And on the worst days
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When it feels like life weighs 
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ten thousand tonnes
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      She's got her cowboy boots 
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and her keys on the bed stand
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So she can always run
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She could get up and shower in half 
an hour
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F         Am
She'd be gone

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I keep having dreams of things I 
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need to do
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Of waking up and not following 
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through
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It feels like I haven't slept at all
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When I wake to a silence and she's 
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facing the wall
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Posters of Dylan and Hemingway
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An antique compass for a sailor's 
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escape
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She says you just can't live this 
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way
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I close my eyes and never say
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I'm still having dreams

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      And on the worst days
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When it feels like life weighs 
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ten thousand tonnes
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      I sleep with my passport, 
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one eye on the back door
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So I can always run
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I could get up and shower in half an
 hour
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I'd be gone

Am
   And come morning   I am 
disappeared
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   Just an imprint    on the bed 
sheets

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   And by the roadside   with my 
thumb out
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   A car pulls up    and Bob's 
driving
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   So I climb in    we don't say a 
word
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   As we pull off    into the 
sunrise

Dm                  Am
   And these rivers    of tarmac
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   Are like arteries     'cross the 
country

Dm
   We are blood cells
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   Alive in
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   The blood stream
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   and the beating heart of the 
country

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   We are electric      pulses
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   In pathways      of the sleeping 
soul of the country

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   We are electric      pulses
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   In pathways      of the sleeping 
soul of the country

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   We are electric
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   In the sleeping soul of the 
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country
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   (the sleeping soul of the 
country)

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