| Along the edges, colors blur and seem familiar
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| While you read your magazine
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| I was counting all the markers
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| And California seemed to draw you like a siren
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| From a postcard, in a letter, or a frame of film melting
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| Under you, I feel your breath move in, out slowly
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| Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me
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| Take over me
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| A Hollywood flat where we’d laugh about our fortunes
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| Well we had jobs in this bar down at 3rd and San Vicente
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| And Ramen Noodles at 4:30 in the morning
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| When we barely could survive, I was never more alive
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| Under you, I feel your blood flowing out slowly
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| Under you, let go completely, feeling you take over me
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| Take over me
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| You moved in slow degrees
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| A sudden memory
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| You’re a Leonard Cohen song
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| But every now and then I’d swear I see you standing on a sidewalk
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| In a restaurant, from a taxi passing by
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| Under you I feel your breath move in, out slowly
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| Under you let go completely feeling you take over me
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| Take over me (x2) |