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the stars would know to send you the shivers |
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and night would glow in the room in which you swim |
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filled with breath of people making bird sounds |
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and topless girls with pretty messy hair |
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and swirling around is that swollen sound |
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of horns all astrayed from some eternal parade |
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i got fits and a fire in my belly |
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and shiny lips can, fumbling, find a seal |
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the water dear can touch you all over |
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but nothing here can touch the way you feel |
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this difficult and lovely story |
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of your birth in the air and recovering from that |
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youll hold me here until i can't afford your kindness |
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youll hold me dear until i can't afford to leave |
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while lightning real is leaning out and calling |
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but there's all of that doubt plus all of that skin |
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but all is grace and all is beauty |
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and when all this is gone beauty will remain |
