No Knife — Hit Man Dreams

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In dreams I forget
That I cross to someplace
And shake off what I know
I breathe you in.

(Oohh) They’re playing our song.

These days I’m hard-pressed
In some personal things
To become the shape in your doorway
To bury you under the boards with the rest (rats?)

(Oohh) They’re playing our song.

Run rabbit!
Run, run, Run rabbit run!
I keep missing you.