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On a bleak Monday morning |
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Holding my head |
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Everything tastes right |
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Permanent daylight |
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Neatly stained fences and gates |
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Lions to tame |
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Cut through the front yard |
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You were a stranger |
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Scenery you've cut and glued |
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The scent of tropical ash underneath your shoes |
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Black rice suddenly spills and drifts apart |
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A swelling ocean swallows me but all I really want's just another breath |
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Black rice, lady we knew right from the start |
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Right from the start |
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And your plans become a chore |
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Stripes on the pane |
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Lashes so vibrant |
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Left on the table |
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With your chalk and trembling chair |
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You looked like a painting |
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Out on the sidewalk |
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No one was watching |
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Fighting up this flight of stairs |
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Your anonymous lovers braid a dazzling chain |
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Black rice suddenly spills and drifts apart |
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Bricks are rising in the blue |
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You dread the sight of this place |
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It's too dry, it's through |
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Black rice, lady we knew right from the start |
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Right from the start |