| Poison Oak some boyhood bravery.
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| when the telephone was a tin can on a string.
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| and I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
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| you said you weren’t afraid to die.
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| In polaroids you were dressed in women’s clothes.
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| were you made ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.
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| And I don’t think that I ever loved you more.
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| Than when you turned away.
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| When you slammed the door.
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| When you stole the car drove towards Mexico.
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| And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm.
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| I was young then I still believed in war.
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| But let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
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| and all their tearful words could turn back into steam.
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| me Im a single cell on a serpants tongue.
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| and theres a muddy field where a garden was
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| and I’m glad you got away.
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| but I’m still stuck out hear.
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| my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.
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| And I never thought this life was possible.
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| You’re the yellow bird that I’ve been waiting for.
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| The end of paralysis I was a statuette
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| Now I’m drunk as hell on a piano bench,
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| And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
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| The sound of lonliness makes me happier. |