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Threshing Machine |
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We took a picture together |
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We held the camera in front of us |
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Your arm was cutting right into the frame |
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Your smile was for both of us |
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Something about the way we looked that day |
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Caught in the act of trying to look away |
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From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine |
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Do you feel like you've seen anything, |
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Ever, at all? |
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We took a walk on the dykes |
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And walked by the proscenium arches |
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Paused at the mouth of a rabbit hole |
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Stared down and wondered how far did it go |
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Something about the way we talked that day |
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Caught in the act of trying to look away |
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From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine |
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Do you feel like you've felt anything, |
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Ever, at all? |
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Try to imagine us in a house |
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Try to imagine us in a car |
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Try to imagine us staying alive |
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And not just hiding away in this bar |
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Something about the way you looked today |
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Caught in the act of trying to look away |
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From the sight of your hands caught in this threshing machine |
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Do you feel like you've done anything, |
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Ever, at all? |
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Do you feel like you've said anything, |
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Ever, at all? |
