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It is early |
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You are dead |
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There are crows in our bed |
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But I won't come undone |
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We are done, we are done |
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There is air still |
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In my lungs |
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I will get up and get on |
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With the other mouths and tongues |
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And the work there is to be done |
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This is what becomes of us |
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There are dim things in the pond |
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There is dust under the rug |
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And I don't even know |
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What's below, what's below |
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But I am up! |
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I am above! |
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I have a new love! |
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And it's warm like a gun |
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Or a knife that I fell on |
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This is what becomes of us |
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I was not ready |
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You won't be back |
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I was not ready |
