It's a scratch on the skin
It's a tear in the screen
The first burn of the drip of the sip as the drink's goin' down
A crack in the wall
Just a spot on the sun
The first pull of a seam of a dream as it's coming undone
You're not gone
But I feel it comin' on
It's the peel of the paint
It's the tug of a sleeve
It's the kiss that you miss by the train as it's leaving town
You're not gone
But I feel it comin' on
I don't know where or why, or how you'll say goodbye
But it won't be long
I can feel it comin' on
So pretend your a sleeve
Keep me at bay
'Cause you don't wanna touch, wanna talk
You just say nothing's wrong
But I feel it comin' on
I don't know where or why, or how you'll say goodbye
But it won't be long
'Til the storm blows and the whole damn breaks
'Til you're standing there, saying what you said you'd never say
It's the stop of a heart
It's the drop of a tear
It's the words on the tip of your tongue that I don't wanna hear
You're not gone
But I feel it coming on
It won't be long, no
But I feel it comin' on
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