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You left some of your sweetness
On my tongue in that evening With your husband and me I can't wait I made a book of the hour I let you out of the tower Through the murderous crowd Let the bombs fall so loud I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait, no I can't wait |
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They're more prepared to deal with pain perhaps
Than you could be in all your life's long years The lazy lip of sea, it calmly laps Beneath the looming disco's tens of tears Or sure their fondest love is for a fake An obviously fake contrived ideal In hotels high above the foaming lake Above bone plates he'd tie with lamb and veal And breathing smoke since folded into air And waving bills since spent on kid's grand schools Some fat cat calculated it right there The thing they'd turn so selflessly such tools The polished plate betrays a vacant host But they're more prepared to deal with pain than most |
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Peeled the shirt from your back
Had a look at your scars They healed over so well You forget where they are They radiate like stars When the cataract falls Through the darkening air And the bones of the earth Have all been laid bare Then heaven is right there And in the mountain laurel Yes, I loved you, oh And yes I watched the blossoms fall We will stand in the waves While the colors all run And our minds fill with light 'Til we start to go numb And then we'll let it come |
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There's a mark where you were breathing
On the whitened window pane And the snow collects in shadows On this ordinary day But I've gone away I've gone away There's a bird where I lay dreaming When you came to change the sheets And the rooms where we made love And read the signs in the streets But I've gone away I've gone away There are dishes to be gathered And there's glasses to be filled And there's time to fill with talking And there's time for lying still But I'm gone away I'm gone away |
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Near a little garden flowers wild grasses
A body's in the casket Milk is in the carton Coffee's on the brew And cars quietly pass As people hear from last respects Collective view The face of the deceased All emptied of emotion Waiting for distortions Of it's perfect features In a little clearing Where they'll put the coffin And then shuffle off And afternoon is nearing You were once alive, body Then you died And I'll sing your name with my instrument But one day it will leave my hand I'm skipping like a stone Just a couple skips then gone To the bottom of a pond Where sun can never go And resting at the bottom Who knows what I'll find there No one can divine where Friends go when we've lost them The movie on the plane home Said, "Life is for the living" As I sat slowly living Paralysed with boredom Flying through the thin air Skimming over cities And isn't it a pity That we can't grow old there? Doesn't it feel strange To wait on this change? Well, the pilot tips his instruments knowing One day they will rust upon land |
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