| So Miss Bottom of the Hill what do you want?
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| The sun is shinin' and your lovers always lose you in the dark
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| And they were all chosen to remember how the sparrows hit the window
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| That you closed to keep the cat out in the yard
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| And like your body bein' dragged behind the moon
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| You bring a memory of your mother like the money in your shoe
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| And how her penetratin' wisdom, her bulletproof religion
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| Always rip you like a wool off of the loom
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| You floated farther than you ever meant to go
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| And only now see you are naked when the wind began to blow
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| There’s no advice that you’ve been missin'
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| No trespass unforgiven
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| Just a river with no pity for your boat
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| I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin'
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| The dogs were loose and lyin' on the street
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| You’ve learned to blend into the choir
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| How to hold your hand in fire
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| And what to say instead of what you mean
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| But the trouble it saves for just how hard it can be
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| You met the women gluin' jewels onto a crown
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| You know men hidin' in the city and their way of bein' found
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| And you got nothin' on your shoulders
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| Still there’s nothin' too much colder
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| Than a rubble of a house that’s fallin' down
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| Like a baby cryin 'til it falls asleep
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| The autumn’s over by the time you count the color of the leaves
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| You’re paintin' buzzards on the ceilin'
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| Fallin' faithless at the healin'
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| With your friends around you wailin on their knees
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| And I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin'
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| The fog had swallowed everything but us
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| You’ve learned to balance on the cable
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| Drink us all under the table
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| And who to try instead of who you trust
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| With a hand on your heart that threw you under the bus
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| So Miss Bottom of the Hill, what do you want?
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| The sun is shinin' and you cleaned your pretty pistol of a heart
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| But when you talk about tomorrow
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| When to beg and when to borrow
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| Is how to hit the ground before you hear the shot
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| And like a fish too deep and driftin' in the sea
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| You’ve grown accustomed to the blindness lookin' up and anxiously
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| But there’s a stone inside your pocket while you’re plowin' through the market
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| But you know even the time it takes ain’t free
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| I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin'
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| The stars were barely hangin' in the sky
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| You’ve learned to eat when you’re not hungry
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| How to laugh when nothin’s funny
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| And what to get instead of gettin' by
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| But oh, how it changes with the passin' of time
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| You heard so many voices hidden in the wind
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| See all the children of the world and how its fingers reach for them
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| Two branches tired of their bendin'
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| I don’t see our story endin'
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| Quite as clean as it was easy to begin
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| Like a hole that let the fox under the fence
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| You’ve got no solace and no sanctuary you can recommend
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| Beggin' for mercy at the bedside
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| We got frozen in the headlights
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| But our kind of mercy never made much sense
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| I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin'
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| But both were disappearin' in the waves
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| You’ve learned to lead the one you follow
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| How to spit out what you swallow
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| And when to hand instead of give away
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| That secret of ours is one I’ll take to the grave
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| So Miss Bottom of the Hill what do you want?
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| The sun is shinin' and I think you want me more often than not
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| But like your father in the garden
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| I won’t finish what I started
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| 'Til you bill me for the flowers I forgot
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| And like a curse too old for anyone to care
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| You said to meet you on the mountain cause you never make it there
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| And sucked your thumb along the highway
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| Proudly promisin' that one day
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| I’d miss the way we tumbled down the stairs
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| And I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin'
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| The car was gently glidin' off the road
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| You’ve learned to rise above your body
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| How to never say you’re sorry
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| And where to go instead of going home
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| With the light by the bed and all the clothes you’ve outgrown |