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I no longer know your name |
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But I can't forget every single time you came around |
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Every time you came around for me |
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You came down on me so hard |
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I will never be the same |
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April spits a frigid flame |
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Of boiling memory |
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The neighborhood for me |
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Is black and perfuming |
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Lilacs fracturing in the yard |
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Now you don't mean shit to me |
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It isn't how it should be |
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Darling |
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But I didn't refuse you |
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No, I didn't choose to |
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Stick my nose in every single opening that's powdering |
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But the place where the ice glare |
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Tasted the sharp air |
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Of the open water on the lake |
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As it breaks |
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Oh the spring night |
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Oh the sting might wake me up to see |
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Your initials on the sacrificial version |
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Of me |
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Darling anonymity |
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You're planning alarming schemes |
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It's startling when you teethe on the cartilage |
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Of my ear and knee |
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What's the last thing that you said? |
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Will somebody find you dead |
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Inside my TV screen? |
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Grassier and green |
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The smell of gasoline |
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The summer's perfume keen |
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And so dense |
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I am always panting for |
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The smell decanting on your floor |
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The kidney and the spleen |
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The bladder filtered clean |
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The purity I mean |
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The prettiness |
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The preen |
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You, in a sense |
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Now you don't mean shit to me |
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It isn't how it should be |
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Darling |
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But I didn't refuse you |
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No, I didn't choose to |
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Stick my nose in every single opening that's blossoming |
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But that place where the ice glare |
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Tasted the sharp air |
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Of the open water on the lake |
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As it breaks |
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Oh the spring night |
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Oh the sting might wake me up to see |
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Your initials on the sacrificial version |
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Of me |
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Darling anonymity |
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You're planning alarming schemes |
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It's startling when you teethe on the cartilage |
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Of my ear and knee |
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It's harming the summer's I have left |
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It's squirming |
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It's making such a mess |
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My heart is at the broken Dairy Queen |
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Where our kiss is melting with the rest |
