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Porcelain Fists - Ingrid Michaelson |
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"Follow your heart", he said. |
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Your heart will take you there. |
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"Swallow your pride", he said. |
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For pride is anything but rare. |
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So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on |
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And in the salty sea, I find you're all but gone. |
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Take my hand, you're treading water |
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I feel I am slipping away from underneath my toes |
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Nobody knows |
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Where is it she goes? |
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Looked in the bathroom stall |
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Your back against the wall. |
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Cold tiles beneaath your knees, |
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Your body broke your fall. |
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Spitting into your own reflection gazing back |
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Inside your porcelain fists, your palms begin to crack. |
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So take my hand your treading water |
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And I feel sand slipping away from underneath my toes |
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Nobody knows |
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Where is it she goes? |
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When those sad eyes start to close |
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Nobody knows |
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Where is it she goes? |
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When those sad eyes close |
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