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Please no more therapy |
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Mother take care of me |
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Piece me together with a |
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Needle and thread |
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Wrap me in eiderdown |
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Lace from your wedding gown |
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Fold me and lay me down |
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On your bed |
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Or liken me to a shoe |
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Blackened and spit shined through |
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Kicking back home to you |
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Smiling back home |
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Singing back home to you |
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Laughing back home to you |
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Dragging back home to you |
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I was so wary then |
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The ugly American |
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Thinner than oxygen |
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Tough as a whore |
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I said you can lie to me |
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I own what's inside of me |
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And nothing surprises me anymore |
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But forests in Germany |
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Kids in the Tuileries |
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Broken down fortresses |
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In old Italy |
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And claiming his victory |
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Shrouded in mystery |
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He went running away with me |
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Back in our home New York |
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Walking these streets forlorn |
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We all in our uniforms |
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Black and black |
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Doing that slouch and jive |
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The artist must survive |
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We've got all we need we cried |
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And we don't look back |
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Thinking we had it made |
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Poised for the hit parade |
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Knee deep in accolades |
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The conceptual pair |
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But ever the malcontent |
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He left without incident |
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Vanished into thin air |
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Now I am always amazed |
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Words can fill up a page |
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Pages fill up the days |
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Between him and me |
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But the vows that we never keep |
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From bedrooms to business speak |
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Make me remember how cheap |
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Words can be |
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And the letters I wrote you of |
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Were those of the desperate stuff |
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Like begging for love in a suicide threat |
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But I am too young to die |
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Too old for a lullaby |
| [03:51.200] |
Too tired for life on the ledge |
| [03:57.057] |
But I had a dream last night |
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Of lovers who walked the plank |
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Out on the edge of time |
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Amidst ridicule |
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They laughed as they rocked and reeled |
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Over the mining fields |
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Coming to rest on this ship of fools |
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But he just took polaroids |
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Of her smile in the light |
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Of the dawn of the menacing sky |
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And before they went overbaord |
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She turned and held up a card |
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And it said Valentine |
