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you are always there
in the recess of some small dark corner
where I sweep the dust every morning
when I try to shake the cobwebs from my brain
and try, try to get a clean start
but it's not my brain that's holding on
it's that stupid piece of heart
and it might be possible
for me to blow you to London or Berlin
and it'd be nearly impossible
for you to find me here again
I'm safe in these warm arms
and you can't touch me this time
little speck of dust
the choice has always been mine
and you are always there
in the way it's dark here at 4 o'clock
in the lights I keep on in every room
even when the electric bill
says that I should stop
and try to make peace with the dark
but it's not peace that's eluding me
it's the war I never fought
and it might be possible
for me to blow you to London or Berlin
and it'd be nearly impossible
for you to find me here again
I'm safe in these warm arms
and you can't touch me this time
little speck of dust
the choice has always been mine
and I walked away
sweeping the path behind me as I went
I walked away like I always do
sweeping the path behind me as I went