| With not a warning
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| A doll can grow eyes and walk
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| Speak strut and talk
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| Remaining in something that seemed right for needy
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| Studying the faces of everyone who walked by
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| Or car that pulled beside
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| If i was looking
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| I woulda found it
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| The long path to lazy laying
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| Sprawling itself over the lawn for cutting
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| In the frame, but not for consuming
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| I saw her, on a bus to nothing beside a can in a plastic cup
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| Hair like yarn, when a statement like thick merino wool
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| Pushed out of her mouth, slowly slinking
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| It was ok
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| Do you know her? |
| never met her
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| I read thru closed eyes
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| How to live without danger
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| The white sheet over me can ignore
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| Until she got off and started to trip
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| Glass formed into a small face
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| And cracked when it hit the ground
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| After a small pause in thinking
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| Languid drawls leaked out
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| To another number
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| Nodding and falling
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| Following every word
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| Or fixture
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| Swinging to the weight of whatever
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| Without care
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| Or resisting nothing
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| Do you know her? |
| never met her
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| I see in closed eyes
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| How to live without danger
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| The white sheet over me can ignore
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| I don’t know the white lady
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| The nurse or the number three
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| Where she goes i like to walk
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| On a road unknown
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| She doesn’t go
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| Where i want to go
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| Or travel by the plain highway
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| Its like a parked car
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| Who doesn’t like moving
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| It sits in sand until the water picks up
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| Oh do you know
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| That type of chocolate crystal?
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| Calico woolie
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| La tigre blanca do you?
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| Filling a blank cup
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| Of a purple liquid
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| Not knowing evil
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| From a little lamb
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| I am like water but tricky to touch
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| And finicky in constant but slippery in content
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| Did not find her but i, i am not looking. |
| looking
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| Do you know her? |
| never met her
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| I see in closed eyes
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| How to live without danger
|
| The white sheet over me can ignore
|
| I don’t know the white lady
|
| The nurse or the number three
|
| Where she goes i like to walk
|
| On a road unknown
|
| She doesn’t go
|
| Where i want to go
|
| Or travel by the plain highway
|
| Its like a parked car
|
| Who doesn’t like moving
|
| It sits in sand until the water picks up
|
| Oh do you know
|
| That type of chocolate crystal?
|
| Calico woolie
|
| La tigre blanca do you?
|
| Filling a blank cup
|
| Of a purple liquid
|
| Not knowing evil
|
| From a little lamb
|
| She doesn’t go
|
| Where i want to go
|
| Or travel by the plain highway
|
| Its like a parked car
|
| Who doesn’t like moving
|
| It sits in sand until the water picks up
|
| Oh do you know
|
| That type of chocolate crystal?
|
| Calico woolie
|
| La tigre blanca do you?
|
| Filling a blank cup
|
| Of a purple liquid
|
| Not knowing evil
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| From a little lamb |