| It takes a lot, babe, I know myself
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| After this time I’m going to someone else
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| You feel uncertain, black orchid petal
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| In an empty vase on the sill
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| I don’t care how golden your hair
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| How blue your eyes, how fractured your stare
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| Don’t remember nothing back then
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| My eyes did smile but, oh, my heart was thin
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| If I ever knew you, so hard to tell
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| But it never got to me, I know myself
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| From the dead, from the dead, from ahead
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| When they came, sang guitar on my bed
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| Didn’t they tell you, love, the love, the love’s there
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| Don’t go on and bother me
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| You know my love, since they be gone
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| It takes a year or two to carry on
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| Natural, perchance, that’s all my babe
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| For you, pictured love, I’m all bad
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| For prayers, and doubts, and tunes
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| And sail right on
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| In time, instead and now
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| And nothing on you
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| You live two storms too soon
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| Darling, the storm is soon
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| Truly, I’m coming
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| I hope you’re finding you
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| I will — storm too
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| I will — storm too
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| I wish storms to you
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| (I'm too bad)
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad
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| Darling, you know I’m too bad |