| Like a strandbeest mocking the slow motionless
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| Wild, wild, wild horses, I’ve—
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| Broken into gallop too
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| Like the feeling of a dream felt too by accident
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| Stirred awake just as lazily, so now why not—
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| Comb the cloud to get back through?
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| Starving
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| What it feels like mostly: feeding someone else your heart
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| From a distance
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| Feeling like a fool and picking all those thoughts apart
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| Is it wrong that all I think about is you these days?
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| Did they drag me off, or did I gladly run—
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| Fast and free into your grips?
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| You can try on words like outfits, but you can’t wear gloves
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| Picking up the shiny shards of all the plots—
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| Falling from our clumsy lips
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| Alice
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| Listen to me closely, hear my words and feel something
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| I don’t see you—
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| As much as I need to and I need to know what that means
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| Motel benches longer than the trees that died for them
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| At opposing ends, bow your head and I’ll—
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| Fill your glass and not your ears
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| Promise always, that’s a long ways, and the world is big
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| But your eyes are too, plus I’m a little drunk |
| And I know what I want
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| I didn’t always know—no, it’s taken years
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| Darling
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| Take your dress off slowly, I’ve still got one eye open
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| In the morning
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| Wake me up and hold me, before you start a-shiverin'
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| Gata
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| Got to let you know this, take these words and know they’re true:
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| Eu te amo
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| Eu te amo tanto and I’m, not quite sure what to do |