| There was a girl, as old as the river, but pretty and sharp like you wish you
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| could be.
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| Seduced each of yr boyfriends a long time before you.
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| Somebody call an ambulance, I just murdered a party but don’t tell me that
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| romance is dead too.
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| Oh!
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| It was a fragment, kinda lost sight when the tracks bent, and the crowds moved
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| in like the sea and you were drowned to me.
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| I think you are the pale haze of the morning.
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| You as the spark I want, you as the glance I caught.
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| Everyone’s a story, everybody’s late for something.
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| And in the real world, where the power works and the witches tear up their
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| losses over the bridge.
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| I question your beliefs, but I’m in awe and I want in on this.
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| Those words you’ll never surrender, can’t hide in fiction forever.
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| I write our luck in capitals.
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| Oh!
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| From the shard to the shore, the city dances to death and taxes.
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| I’ve done my edgework, I know yr signatures.
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| I wish you were a stranger I could talk to, we could chalk that door,
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| we could chant that code.
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| Everyone’s a secret, everybody’s hiding something.
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| Back in the real world, where the brickwork sprawls and the concrete climbs to
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| stars you’ll never see.
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| You ask me what I need?
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| Well I’ve seen «down», now I want «underneath».
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| Those words you’ll never surrender, can’t hide in fiction forever.
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| I write our luck in capitals.
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| And I’m still waiting.
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| There is no hidden door at Leincester Gardens.
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| There is no London Below.
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| So.
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| Those words you’ll never surrender, can’t hide in fiction forever.
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| I write our luck in capitals.
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| And I’m still waiting. |