| In the wet grass out back
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| We spread the sheet
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| And with one last easy laugh
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| The night released
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| We breathed the dark, the shaking stars
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| The distant, constant cars
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| Breathed the sweet
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| Air between us
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| What was it like?
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| To be young, strong, stupid and drunk
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| Soft in the jagged night
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| My open, rosy throat
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| Dekeing secret knives
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| Now we close these petals
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| To the oncoming ice
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| And I’m not coming out, I’m not coming out, I’m not coming out, I’m not coming
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| out
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| My love, my love is dead I buried it
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| In the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping wind
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| My love, my love is dead I buried it
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| And it’s better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping wind
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| My love, my love is dead I buried it
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| Just an honest kid, I always did everything they said
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| My love, my love is dead I buried it
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| What a senseless thing! |
| this heart in shreds in the whipping wind! |