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I took your door bell and rang up the city |
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I rolled your fags. And it made me feel pretty |
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One gun held against my shoe |
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And the other one pointing at you |
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Refrain: |
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You were all so very lovely, |
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My hands were in the air |
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Fell in love right in the beginning |
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I swear, I swear, I swear |
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Good god. As if they were empty |
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I filled up my pockets, until I had plenty |
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Plenty of things belonging to you |
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Your schools, your fools, your blues |
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Refrain: |
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You were all so very lovely, |
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My hands were in the air |
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Fell in love right in the beginning |
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I swear, I swear, I swear |
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I collected the ghosts that would sleep in your hair and I stole all the words they hung into the air |
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And with them I shaped a pen and a chair, in which I sit, sing and scribble. |
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I composed a dog barking in vain, and with it the silence behind its complaints |
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And with that the highways that take things away, and then discovered that there are no endings |
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And now that I am so completely of you, I do not understand what I do |
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Dear all, I am full of your blood, |
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Full of your absence, |
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Full of your love, |
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Full of your words |
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That will tear me apart, |
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Apart from everything |
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In mid-air blinding the shades |
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The sun appears and I get carried away |
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That was it my truthful account of what it's about |
