| We lined up there pale, stiff and cold
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| Like racks of bed and breakfast toast
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| So high up on the slate quarry
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| That you swore that you could see the coast
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| I thought I lost you in the dark
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| Only twenty-four feet apart
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| More stories tightrope on that stare
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| Than the same white line at Meurig Park
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| The dirt above, the stars below
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| I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow
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| And when they think of you and me
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| It’s clear if you’re the doormat, I’m the hickory
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| Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
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| 'Cause you got to do it right
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| Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s
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| Bear them broad tonight
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| You and I, we consecrate
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| My heart and all resolve might break
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| You’ll know us by the way we crawl
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| You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits
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| Dawn comes, awoken by sheep’s bleat
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| A fleet of hearses line the street
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| A widow sobs, more widows weep
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| While we intrude like a widow’s peak
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| I shimmy up the cenotaph
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| Regale with my melancholy
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| «Two words upon my headstone, please»
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| Don’t need date or name, just «Sad Story»
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| Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
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| 'Cause you got to do it right
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| Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s
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| Bear them broad tonight
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| You and I, we consecrate
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| My heart and all resolve might break
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| You’ll know us by the way we crawl
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| You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits
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| They boast of poets on their side
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| But what use will they be if this comes to a fight?
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| I glance along the length of pew
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| And all that I can think’s I want to undress you
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| Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
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| 'Cause you got to do it right
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| Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s
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| Bear them broad tonight
|
| You and I, we consecrate
|
| My heart and all resolve might break
|
| You’ll know us by the way we crawl
|
| You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits
|
| Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
|
| 'Cause you got to do it right
|
| Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s
|
| Bear them broad tonight
|
| You and I, we consecrate
|
| My heart and all resolve might break
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| You’ll know us by the way we crawl
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| You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits |