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Dear darlin', your mom, my friend left a message |
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On my machine she was frantic saying you were talking crazy |
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That you wanted to do away with yourself |
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I guess she thought I'd be a perfect resort |
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Because we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth |
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And yes they're in shock they are panicked |
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You and your chronic them and their drama |
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You this embarrassment us in the middle of this delusion |
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If we were our bodies, if we were our futures |
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If we were our defenses I'd be joining you |
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If we were our culture, if we were our leaders |
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If we were our denials I'd be joining you |
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I remember vividly a day years ago we were camping |
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You knew more than you thought you should know |
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You said, "I don't want ever to be brainwashed" |
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And you were mind boggling you were intense |
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You were uncomfortable in your own skin |
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You were thirsty but mostly you were beautiful |
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If we were our name tags, if we were our rejections |
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If we were our outcomes I'd be joining you |
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If we were our indignities, if we were our successes |
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If we were our emotions I'd be joining you |
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You and I we're like four year olds |
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We want to know why and how come about everything |
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We want to reveal ourselves at will and speak out minds |
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And never talk small and be intuitive |
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And question mightily and find god my tortured beacon |
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We need to find like-minded companions |
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If we were their condemnations, if we were their projections |
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If we were our paranoias I'd be joining you |
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If we were our incomes, if we were our obsessions |
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If we were our afflictions I'd be joining you |
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We need reflection, we need a really good memory |
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Feel free to call me a little more often |
