| Rivers rushing at your teeth
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| Cresting waves through wading valleys
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| Flooded language tributaries
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| Collect and cover over me
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| Tensing jaw and cork screw eyelids
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| As if you couldn’t bare to see
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| All that water pouring from you
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| Collecting clouds inside the ballroom
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| Over people who don’t know you
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| But darling i do
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| You trance yourself back from the city
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| Blood not moving to your feet
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| Your foot falls tentative and muffled
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| Automatic listless shuffle
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| Your sidewalk scatter brain cry uncle
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| You paint yourself back in your corner
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| And look for her on your tv
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| It’s friday night and i am hungry
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| For a hand, a mouth, a body
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| A love i wouldn’t have to carry
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| A stitch in my mouth
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| And i’m untying now
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| A concrete canal
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| In a bomb border town
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| An echo in the rafters
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| Reminding you there was a sound
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| But you killed her in waves
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| So she stayed as steam
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| To hiss at you now
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| You killed her in waves
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| But that’s not today
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| So you breathe through your mouth
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| Try to calm yourself down
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| And keep what you found
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| And shout it out loud
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| She can hover and hurt
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| Or dissolve to dirt
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| Some prayer in your mouth
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| Or she might stay as steam
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| So get to the beams
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| To figure her out |