| I watched you walk up the escalator like you were a ghost
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| you left me stranded at the platform faded as an antique rose
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| you were figments of reality I’d almost see again
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| but you’d be different next time, candle burned out wickless and melted
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| sometimes it’s hard to ameliorate imaginary sin
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| when you’re still stuck inside the distance between nothing and everything
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| when will you walk into the room and run your fingers through the air
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| dancing like young Esther Williams, drowning in the deep water
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| I’ve seen the moon sigh for mercy I’ve seen solitude break down
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| like some old forgotten junkie I’ve been wandering this town
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| worse for the wear waiting to fly… somebody wake me ‘fore I forget how I got by
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| So many people blinded by horizon’s golden dust
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| I know so little I guess I am much more glitter than I’m rust
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| but I know what love is, I’m sailing off like Columbus
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| to see her face she is a ghost, I never knew I could earn this syllabus
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| sometimes it’s hard to ameliorate imaginary sin
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| when you’re still stuck inside the distance between nothing and everything
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| I am a gypsy girl, good thing you’re a gypsy too
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| you take the worn-out stairs, I elevator it to you
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| you smell like ocean waves, I taste the sweetness of surprise
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| you’ll wait impatiently
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| for us to never compromise
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| worse for the wear waiting to fly… somebody wake me‘fore I forget how I got by |