| Her haircut, she looked virtually
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| In that dress growing ever tighter
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| It was saddening the lengths she had gone to To appear more attractive
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| In the process losing something
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| We never knew but still missed
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| You knew you were lost as soon as you saw her
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| You saw your life as a series of complicated dance steps
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| Impossible to learn, they had to come naturally
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| Together you squirmed and wriggled
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| And I could only jerk along behind
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| Theyre going to hurt you
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| They always will
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| She is now with me, inside of you
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| And I could only stare wide-eyed
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| As everything closed in around the three of us Things you never saw, talking of the power and rescue (?)
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| She opened the door his face bruised and swollen
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| Before he knew, pushed, falling down curved stairs
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| Our message lost and our plans forgotten
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| Surrounded by men in suits, and black shiny shoes
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| Moving in, kicking, stamping
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| Bland expressionless faces
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| A handful of marbles thrown in a dustbin
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| Memories, memories
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| In a northern town there were amazing stones arranged on the southern slope
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| They got out in the last few seconds of consciousness
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| Look for their inscriptions one day, the most distant ocean plains,
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| those who make the desert island
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| I saw you in a tin bath in red water
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| Were the ones who went to washington to do their laundry
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| They wanted to see the mysterious hurricane
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| I never believed in new york, or where you intended to stand
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| But we dont actually want to see the shipwrecked
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| I just had to go They came |