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On a bed, lying is a man shaking
With his soul escaping
And I am sorry for
not being there
Phone calls with broken promises
Hours of times I wish I had
spent
What time we had is now closing in

And now I wait for the end
To
come and take me under it’s dark wing
On a bed, lying is a man shaking   With his soul escaping   And I am sorry for   not being there   Phone calls with broken promises   Hours of times I wish I had   spent   What time we had is now closing in      And now I wait for the end   To   come and take me under it’s dark wing