| You can’t waste the whole damn day
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| Loving what you need to cast away
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| Case in point, just yesterday I found a suitcase
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| Full of love letters floating down a cool brown river
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| Unsigned and undelivered, they set my mind
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| To wandering as to the history of the unknown writer
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| Did she marry, did she run, was she old, was she young?
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| Was her heart undone by the cruel business of loving?
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| These objects in motion, these objects in motion
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| Objects in motion tend to stay that way or so
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| I learned on the riverbank just yesterday
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| For shortly thereafter, I beheld as if in a dream
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| The body of a young girl, adrift beneath the surface
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| Of the cool brown water, my friends, so unnerved was I
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| By this cruel apparition, that I let loose of that suitcase
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| And it tumbled right back in the river, then spellbound
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| I watched as a halo of love letters formed a circle
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| On the surface of the water, right over her body and drifted away
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| These objects in motion, these objects in motion
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| Objects in motion tend to stay that way
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| You can’t waste the whole damn day
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| Loving what you need to cast away
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| For from the flame of love comes the cinder of regret
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| Sometimes the thing you cling to most is the thing you’d best forget
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| These objects in motion, these objects in motion |