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Well, she tossed all night like a raging sea |
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Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine |
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With her Spanish candles and her Persian poems |
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Struck on the rocks and sighed Opus 40 stoned |
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And scratching her wrists in the pouring rain |
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She collapses down upon the ocean floor again |
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Tears in waves, minds on fire |
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Nights alone by your side |
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Catskill mansions, buried dreams |
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"I'm alive," she cried, but I don't know what it means |
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But somewhere out there across the moonlit sands |
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There's a line drawn like the lines on her own hand |
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And slamming her eyes, locking the door |
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She collapses down upon the ocean floor again |
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Tears in waves, minds on fire |
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Nights alone by your side |
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Tears in waves, minds on fire |
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Nights alone by your side |
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Tears in waves, minds on fire |
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Nights alone by your side |
