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so I can get a good look at him...
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but really he just scares me...
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and he's looking right at me...
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but I can't even be sure that he knows who I am.
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And your grandmother is talking,
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trying to be cheerful, you know, as she does,
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but the only thing I could remember
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is him breathing.
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Oh, this... this...
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this rattling sound,
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like if you were shaking an empty spray-paint can.
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Like there was nothing in him.