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I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip |
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I said, "You've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip" |
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But she's not eating again, she's not eating again |
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She's not eating again, she's not eating again |
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I ask her to speak |
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French and then |
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I need her to translate |
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I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant |
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She was always far too pretty for me |
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To believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said |
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At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation |
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From allergic reaction to a general anesthetic |
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Spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions |
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In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors |
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She said, one day to leave her |
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Sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide |
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To drag her to the ocean, to another sea's shore |
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This thing hurts like hell but what did you expect? |
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And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart |
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And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course |
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But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me |
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Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry |
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Best known left wrist right finger through all the southern states |
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On every video games machine they call her triple |
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AThere were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking |
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The chat show host, he joked"You have to wait for the government program" |
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You talk about your politics |
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And I wonder if you could be one of them |
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But you could never kiss a |
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Tory boyWithout wanting to cut off your tongue again |
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A good place to look to the future is |
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When you are sat at the sea |
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With the salt up to your ankles |
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And a view of the end of the pier |
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You may look down at your model's feet |
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And wish that you'd just float away |
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And the weather here is overcast |
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And the sea is the same shade of gray |
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So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world |
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But to the left side and the right side |
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Either way is a crazy golf course |
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The sea is a good place to think of the future |
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And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart |
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And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course |
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But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me |
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Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry |
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A thousand years no getting rid of me |
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A thousand years in perfect symmetry |
