Black Chair from Rare Feeling by Twain

I’m loosing you but you’re loosing me too.
You’re everything that I need
and if I were not such a greedy man, i’d see it man

Don’t be scared, honey, don’t be afraid.
They only want to get paid.
I only want to get closer to
anything at all

The streets were bare
not a thought in the air
Paris now feels like a dream
wasting my last breath on schemes of love
I’d seen too high above

I’m losing you and I don’t know what to do
How can you tell it’s the end?
How can you lead your best friend into your loneliness

The worst came true
I didn’t know what to do
Breathing my self in the air
Leaning way back in my big black chair
Into my loneliness

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