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She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in me, |
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At the back of the chapel where I taught her to screw and to blaspheme. |
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We turned our backs to the church with our trousers around our knees, |
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While screaming the scriptures, she said I was her favourite heresy. |
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In a note I read: "If you should go blind and deaf, |
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I'll cleanse and I'll bathe you and I'll cook for you daily. |
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I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest |
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All of the same conversations that we have now in bed". |
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I don't mean to be selfish, but I think I'd sooner just be dead. |
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Behind the tennis court, alongside the river, not a single live flower to see. |
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This is the one girl who woke up from all that and now falls asleep next to me. |
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But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder. |
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It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours. |
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She said she wanted a sea burial, not grass and hypodermics to her hips. |
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I pruned the ivy from your grandmother's tomb, |
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More tender and careful than the superstitious |
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Ripped you from your mothers womb. |
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In a note I wrote: "I think too much about the end, |
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But being around it made me feel like I'm coping. |
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Now when I view the cemetery I don't see headstones, I see |
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Rows of engraved milk teeth, hungry, waiting for me". |
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And though I am fearful, I think I just crave the relief. |
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Behind the tennis court, alongside the river, a paper flower's still a beautiful thing. |
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This is the one girl who woke up from all that and now falls asleep next to me. |
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But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder. |
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It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours. |