| It shreds my heart in a million different places every time
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| I think about the scrawled out cursive lines
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| In the notebook that we found by the roadside
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| That said: «I hope someday I’m deaf and dumb and blind.
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| I’ll skinny dip with girls in lakes of wine
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| and find my way by clutching to their thighs.
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| From one set to the next I’ll float through time,
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| my face slapped upon my stepping out of line.»
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| My heart does swell on remembering the words smeared on the wall
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| Of the dimly-lit abandoned bathroom stall
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| In the cinema in the abandoned mall
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| In all capitals said: «For a good time call
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| my girlfriends, they’re all living down the hall.
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| I lay awake at night and watch them fall
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| asleep, then I slowly attempt to crawl
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| into their beds and then proceed to kiss them all.» |