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I once held a lantern of love in my hands |
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She was all I could see |
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Kicking the brown leaves of childhoold around us |
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We danced the deep sea |
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That welled from the spring of the boy that I was |
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Held in her flame |
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Feeling her learning |
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Watching her burning |
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To see the first man I became |
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Little lady |
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Who made me |
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Was it you |
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Or is it that old unforgiveness |
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That I can't forget |
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I was her warchild and she was my wildcat |
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We lived in a dream |
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Woke up for summer unfolding the secret |
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And broke up downstream |
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Facing the current that said that we couldn't |
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Go on |
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Tearing the seed out |
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With sharp tongues |
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And no doubt |
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Before it was born |
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Little lady, etc |
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Sometimes I cry in the flood of my guts |
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Laughing in sadness |
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Bursting with rage in the wounds of revenge |
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Bleeding forgiveness |
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It isn't you love or anything new |
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I just tasted |
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It's myself standing |
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Standing watching me, |
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Getting hung up |
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Spaced and wasted |
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Little lady, etc |
