| As the sun descends too quickly
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| Behind the distant city
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| She will ride under the water
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| She will leave her son and daughter
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| Reduced to lying naked
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| To feed those she holds sacred
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| She is bare of clothes and beauty
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| On display in her nudity
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| If someone calls her name out
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| All she ever hears are cars
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| Through the window in the bathroom
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| Through the broken glass and bars
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| Seeking comfort in the wallet
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| Where she placed eighty dollars
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| When the last one has departed
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| She can slide into the darkness
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| And slowly down the river
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| The current pulls her under
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| And it bathes her in its splendour
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| Is unmoved by her surrender
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| And faint through the water
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| The lights like brittle stars
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| Someone called her name out
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| She no longer hears the cars
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| Christine… |