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all that music in your mouth |
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rivers rushing at your teeth |
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cresting waves through wading valleys |
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flooded language tributaries |
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collect and cover over me |
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tensing jaw and cork screw eyelids |
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as if you couldn't bare to see |
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all that water pouring from you |
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collecting clouds inside the ballroom |
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over people who don't know you |
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but darling i do |
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you trance yourself back from the city |
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blood not moving to your feet |
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your foot falls tentative and muffled |
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automatic listless shuffle |
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your sidewalk scatter brain cry uncle |
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you paint yourself back in your corner |
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and look for her on your tv |
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it's friday night and i am hungry |
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for a hand, a mouth, a body |
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a love i wouldn't have to carry |
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a stitch in my mouth |
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and i'm untying now |
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a concrete canal |
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in a bomb border town |
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an echo in the rafters |
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reminding you there was a sound |
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but you killed her in waves |
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so she stayed as steam |
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to hiss at you now |
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you killed her in waves |
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but that's not today |
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so you breathe through your mouth |
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try to calm yourself down |
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and keep what you found |
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and shout it out loud |
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she can hover and hurt |
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or dissolve to dirt |
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some prayer in your mouth |
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or she might stay as steam |
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so get to the beams |
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to figure her out |
