| Her hair ablaze with auburn strands
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| Her eyes are glazed with worry
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| Pale hands that reach from the water
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| Cross-legged on the dock
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| Moonshine upon the surface
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| She’s a body, not herself
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| Not a lover but a service
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| Took too long to see that she was just a bosom for his cheek
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| Just a pillow for his head
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| Just a scream amidst the reeds tangled 'round and 'round her legs
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| But she prayed that he would see that though the love was strong enough
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| She was drowning
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| See here lay the problem
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| Resting on the riverbed
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| Smothered in sand and pyrite
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| It’s if her needs had died
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| For he brushed them to the side
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| As an old writer brushes paper from his desk
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| But as you stare you see it’s blank
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| Two wrongs don’t make a right
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| Two hands stay intertwined
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| These days turn into night with quick succession causing fright
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| She can’t control the time
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| She can’t escape the lime that tastes so goddamn bittersweet
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| So she’ll see him tonight
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| I’m burning can you help me break the fever?
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| Never needed anything more than your real love
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| We’re moving our hands and our bodies like we’re liquid
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| I’m burning can you help me break the fever?
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| These days are very vague
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| There’s nothing I can say
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| You took my joy along with the TV
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| Are you kidding me?
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| I walk alone at dusk
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| When the bitter cold can cut
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| Through tension on the shoulders
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| Let the smoke fill up my lungs
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| I’m looking forward to the evening
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| Yeah I’m trying very hard to seem complete
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| But I really hope secretly that you can see me
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| Oh can you see what you’ve done to me?
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| I’m burning can you help me break the fever?
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| Never needed anything more than your real love
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| We’re moving our hands and our bodies like we’re liquid
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| I’m burning can you help me break the fever?
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| Pour another drink, maybe seven, just to forget
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| I should’ve told you
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| You were a cold man
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| You were unfeeling
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| Unknowingly broken
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| But I’ll see you tonight yeah
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| Yeah I’ll see you tonight
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| A woman is not a bed
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| A love is not a home
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| Her heart would’ve walked barefoot on hot coals
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| That’s why he’s now alone
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| He never touched her words
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| He barely touched her bones
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| Before you lay with a lucid writer
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| Ask, «Are you bold?»
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| I’m burning can you help me break the fever?
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| Never needed anything more than your real love
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| We’re moving our hands and our bodies like we’re liquid
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| Pour another drink, maybe seven, just to forget
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| I should’ve told you
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| You were a cold man
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| You were unfeeling
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| Unknowingly broken
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| But I’ll see you tonight yeah
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| Yeah I’ll see you tonight
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| I’m burning can you help me break the fever?
|
| Never needed anything more than your real love
|
| We’re moving our hands and our bodies like they’re liquid
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| Pour another drink, maybe seven, just to forget
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| I should’ve told you
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| You were a cold man
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| You were unfeeling
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| Unknowingly broken
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| But I’ll see you tonight yeah
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| Yeah I’ll see you tonight |