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It's snaining outside |
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Or is it just lazy rain |
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It's six A |
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M and I'm walking home |
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While the city twitches |
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In a sleep of dog dreams |
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Me and a friend of mine |
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We just cheated death |
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Now I'm walking home |
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For death's rain check |
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I open the door quietly |
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So as not to wake |
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The blue-eyed wedding cake |
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But she's watching me with one eye |
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The sleepy little spy |
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She helps me off with my shirt |
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Because my arm was hurt |
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In a recent fall |
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I slide into the bed |
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Then my leg |
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I thread Between hers |
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I put my good arm on her belly |
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Her hips Her knees |
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She is made of several babies |
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I keep my scratchy cast to myself |
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As I feel our bodies melt |
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Into two drops of lazy rain |
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Snaking down the window pane |
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And when the two drops merge |
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Then there is the surge |
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Of one larger drop |
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We move faster towards the sill |
