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Voices from a photograph |
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Laugh from your wall |
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Scream through your dreams |
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Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes |
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Rise and cross the cold bare floor |
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And watch the moon through frosted glass |
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Damn that photograph |
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I'll have to take it down |
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She hears the boats as they move down the river |
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She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away |
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She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer |
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Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her |
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youth |
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Evenings with your mother's friends |
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Pregnant eyes, sagging chins |
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Swollen fingertips |
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Pour antique cups of tea |
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Who are you and where you been? |
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Suspended in a weightless wind |
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Watching trains go by |
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From platforms in the rain |
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Look at the photograph |
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Dream back last summer |
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Dream back the lips |
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Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim |
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He smelled of miracles |
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With stained glass whispers |
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You loved his laughter |
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You tremble beneath him once again |
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That's what I want |
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A new shot at life |
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But my coat's too thin |
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My feet won't fly |
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And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by |
