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She'd bruised so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours. |
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They kept it like a pet, |
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A private joke; |
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They told no others. |
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And how the tissue repaired, |
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And how it turned to yellow, |
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And she found it disgusting 'cause it didn't match her clothing. |
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He said "that's not yellow, |
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It's golden". |
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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, |
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Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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They promised they'd be best of friends from now until forever, |
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But both were far too needy not to fall for the other. |
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And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection left her feeling safe, |
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Left him with an erection. |
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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, |
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Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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Her body barely visible as bleach white as the bedsheets. |
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As stiff as starched, |
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Only perceptible as the middle was still branded with a heat rash, |
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In the perfect shape of the Show Me State. |
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Your come on lines sound disastrous; |
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Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake. |
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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, |
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Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, |
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Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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Letter from me to Charlotte; |
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"They appropriated everything we ever loved and dressed it up in quotations and fluff. |
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And I had a dream: |
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[though said with hand in pocket, |
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I mean it hand on heart] |
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You held a gun to his head, |
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Pressed your thumbs to her throat". |
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In these letters. |
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Letters from me to Charlotte |
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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, |
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Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, |
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Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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This will never be the same, |
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Things will never be the same again. |
