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You wrote your name on a paper and gave it to me |
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for years in my pocket where no-one could see |
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How can I change the way that I felt? |
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I slipped the paper in the pocket of somebody else |
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Won't you teach me to bear you? |
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Someone with matches; someone with bronze |
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someone with blue eyes to gaze upon |
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Your name, your whole story, your whole life to see |
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The story you had given to me |
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Won't you teach me to bear you? |
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I want to read you a life of parties and wisdom |
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of care and explosions and wild summer eves |
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but my hands are empty, and my throat cracked and drawn |
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because I gave away the name you gave to me |
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Yes I sang away the name you gave to me |
