| She belongs to all, she talks as she undresses
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| The love that she expresses when nothing can be said
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| Pennies in a stream, my love songs unrequited
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| And all the dicks you slighted are at your door
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| I won’t erase your teenage writings from my wall
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| Where you wrote, love is all, you meant it you know you did
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| Where others see the mother of another child
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| I still see, your eyes ablaze and wild outside your faculty
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| She belongs to all, among the facts and fictions
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| The crutches and addictions of everyday
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| Even in the grey, solar energy is transmuted
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| The one thing that can’t be disputed is on its way
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| I won’t erase your teenage writings from my wall
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| Where you wrote, love is all, you meant it you know you did
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| Where others see the mother of another child
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| I still see your eyes ablaze and wild, outside your faculty
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| L’amour est tout, je te jure, monsieur
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| I won’t erase your teenage writings from my wall
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| Where you wrote, love is all, you meant it you know you did
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| Where others see the mother of another child
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| I still see your eyes ablaze and wild, outside your faculty |