| Paris café
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| Our last rendezvous
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| Rain swept, backward scripted windows
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| Our shrunken heads reading signs and lips
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| One last dance, broken steps
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| Before your eclipse…
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| Was there thunder in your ears?
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| Mine were full of sand, not hearing
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| What your silence said
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| And if I turn around, your mouth open, no sound
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| Your eyes screaming, retreating into blackness…
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| A day too late, your news found me at home
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| Mind bubbling up
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| Angry water refusing a stone
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| And then revenge, I felt life surge in my veins
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| A hunger you would never taste again…
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| Did you lose your faith in love?
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| Did you lose faith in human feeling?
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| Silence…
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| Did you lose your trust in truth?
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| Did your heart have no way to healing
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| Like I lost you?
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| You left your lovers close behind
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| But twisted up in time, you crossed the line
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| It’s all we have, this thin twine
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| Then nothing…
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| Just the emptiness you carved
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| Your spine a lonely blade
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| In space…
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| To the end a dancer…
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| Beautiful face begins to fade
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| Thank you for being my friend…
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| Beautiful face begins to fade… |