| Passing Broken Knee
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| I could hardly speak
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| My apology
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| Felt late at best
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| So I followed you
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| Through your living room
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| Where you offered me
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| Milk from your breast
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| And I took it without knowing it’s a trade
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| And we slept together when night turned to day
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| And your eyes were large and yellow like the rain
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| If people call this settling, I’ve changed
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| I’m a child
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| At the door I empty
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| Perfume all over
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| Your feet
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| From here on out
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| It looks like you and me
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| If our days could be
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| Like piano keys
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| Black and ivory
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| Across the floor
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| Could I lift you up
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| With one single phrase
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| As my fingers shape
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| Into a chord
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| Will I know how every moment should be played
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| That not every note sounds right together
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| Will the meaning be transparent or opaque
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| When they ask me I will say whichever
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| I’m a child
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| I’ve lost my mother
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| My sense of home
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| Is gone
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| From here on out it all sounds like a song
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it all sounds like a song
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it looks like you and me
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| From here on out it all sounds like a song
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| From here on out it looks like you and me |