| Rows of condos and birds as helicopters
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| I had a headache when you left
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| Give up something
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| And it’s luke warm blood
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| Telephones have eyes to rip out feelings too
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| We’re dropping off like guns and flies
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| Take her down to the river
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| And she would step right over the water
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| If you take him on down to that
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| She would drag him right down to the bottom
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| Take her down to the river quietly
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| Full of visuals and half-wit harlequins
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| It’s full of smiles and laughter
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| We’ll weed them out like dandelions
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| And your arms are like batteries
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| And you arms are chandeliers
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| Bought a ticket to the picture show to rip down feelings
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| Move these walls inside myself
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| I lost my car keys underneath
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| The palm tress and city lights
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| Avert my eyes to move north west
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| We’re dropping off like guns and flies
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| Take her down to the river
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| And she would step right over the water
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| If you take him on down to that
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| She would drag him right down to the bottom
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| Take her down to the river
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| This is a poem, a combination
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| Of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm
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| You are a poem
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| Little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image
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| Take her down to the river
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| And she would step right over the water
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| And if you take him down to that god damn river
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| He would drag you straight down to the bottom |