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I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station

When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question

Oh is love really real and can any of us hope for redemption?

Or are we all merely biding our time down to the lonely conclusions

Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this

How loneliness edged in to deep seated psychosis

Lying awake in crowded hotel rooms focused on tape hiss

And my failings laid clear on the ceiling I don’t think I can do this

I don’t think I can do this

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I tried so hard to not turn into my father

But if I only ever skip out his choices will I ever choose better

Oh the sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener

So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter

 You deserve better

 Adam Trask

 Is on my back

 And in my ears

The sound comes clear and brings the awful truth

That I can’t stand what I’ve done to you

And it’s written clear in my diary

Today should've been our anniversary

And I’m far away and I’m far apart

And you’re back home with a broken heart

And love is real and I can’t escape

 I only ever have myself to blame

 These failures shift and shape me in the night

 Like a fever I can’t break try as I might

 Wake me darling I need you to take me home

 But I know

 In the end redemption is mine and mine alone

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So if each of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successes

Then that hour in the restaurant makes my score less than impressive

Oh each can be redeemed by the courage in which he confesses

So darling I miss you

Your music and your musk and your kisses

 I don’t think I can do this