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And so I left when |
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I was just a boy. |
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I swore I'd simply do it all over again. |
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And now up the hill with snow-bit,blue-tipped fingers, blood from falling,but |
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I can't go back there no more |
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In frozen poses, venues lined with pillows, |
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Atlas shouldered some silly blunder or other |
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You ask for more than this,but |
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I don't know what more than this is. |
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Is it a motel,with a fashion magazine,in between towns? |
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I was thinking about my motherand |
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I wished ill upon myself. |
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Rachel don't come around here no more. |
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I hear she's living in |
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Montanawith her brother. |
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I wish her the best,and |
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I hope she can forget me. |
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But the ghost that comes aroundis a dead-ringer for her. |
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I see her in my nightmares,discussing modern literaturewith her hands around my neckin a motelwith a fashion magazinein between towns. |
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I was thinking about my motherand |
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I wished ill upon myself. |
