Who will come to carry me home?
Carry me over the river.
Must I face this all on my own?
Face the lies and the gulf between us,
Face the lies and the gulf between us.
Dawn breaks over the squares and the parks,
But the sunlight cannot find me.
No warmth filters down through the dark
That lies in the gulf between us,
That lies in this gulf between us.
Please don't hand me your sympathy,
If only to ease your conscience.
I'm sure you'd rather step over me,
Than cross this gulf between us,
Step across this gulf between us.
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