| We found her twitching on the ground
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| We took the grass out of her mouth
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| We put some life in those limbs
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| We sat at tables laughing off
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| Our skinny legs, our crooked jaws
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| Our stomachs stirring soot to soft cinders
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| Both of our bodies singing 'Oh, my heart and soul'
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| The wind was whispering and fighting fires in the
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| Caverns of our throats, the sun was shining off the whites of our eyes
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| A little later in the…
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| We had some clothes there on your floor
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| Our skinny arms locking your door
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| We turned the lights off and kissed
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| We missed the bus we had to walk
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| Through Kenwood Ave. and Oakdale Park
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| I said 'The Sox could take the series this year'
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| Both of our bodies singing 'Oh, my heart and soul'
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| The wind was whispering and fighting fires in the
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| Caverns of our throats, the sun was shining off the whites of our eyes
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| And the hand that sat in mine
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| While we were skidding on the ice
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| Our hands did not see much distance then did they?
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| Can’t name the season or the time, and now they’re just those faces you cannot
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| place and we will keep them that way
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| Both of our bodies singing 'Oh, my heart and soul'
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| The wind was whispering and fighting fires in the
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| Caverns of our throats, the sun was shining off the whites of our eyes |