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She is wearing a complexion like the inside of a church that has never seen two lovers |
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Just before they lose their thirst |
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She likes nature in spite of |
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What nature did to her |
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And she loves enough to jaywalk |
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Enough to get hurt |
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And if she falls in the path of the midday traffic |
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I will sleep by the bed of a broken statue |
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Radio for help now |
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She's gone missing again |
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Without a raincoat or a hairbrush |
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Without a witness or a trail |
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We like Nature in spite of |
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What Nature does to us |
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And we love to jaywalk |
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But not enough to get hurt |
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And if she walks in the path of the midday traffic |
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I will keep by the grave of a broken statue |
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If she walks in the path |
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Of the midday traffic |
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I will walk in the path |
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Of the midday traffic |
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And she falls in the path |
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Of the midday traffic |
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I will keep by the grave of a broken statue |
