| When we drew the curtain, the light of day
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| Shone and filled us up with a kind of grace
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| It was sorely needed because the light
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| Showed how vile we were in our hearts and minds
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| We had it inside us right up 'til we forced it up and out
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| We had a sweetness thick down in
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| That blocked us from what we required
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| We coughed up honey into the air
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| There was a message, there was a meaning
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| We forced the sweetness up and out of us
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| Onto the window, onto the window
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| We flung the curtains back, it was everywhere
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| Drip, drip, down to the window and wall to the rug
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| No one could see out to the tennis courts
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| And it blocked our view of the condos and sea
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| Here comes my hand and here comes my body
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| Here comes a feather, here comes a bike chain
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| Pull the drapes shut and come back to bed and
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| Cover the window, cover the window |