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She was shaking and talking |
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Louder and louder |
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Each sentence was sifted |
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To a very fine powder |
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Her face was wet and tight |
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Her grip was cold and light |
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A strong wind could blow you down |
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I heard myself say |
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Word up sister |
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A strong wind |
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Could take me away |
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I said how long have |
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You been at large |
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They told me you were stashed |
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Last time i asked |
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She said i've been out now |
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For all of three hours |
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I just resurfaced |
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And here you are |
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I must admit |
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That it has been hard |
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So far |
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I said skeletons are fine |
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Your closet or mine |
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And we took turns recounting |
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The details of lost time |
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And when we had both |
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Admitted it all |
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We threw our heads back |
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And laughed until we cried |
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We laughed because the world |
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Is absurd and beautiful and small |
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There we were |
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Washed up on the curb |
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As the rush hour traffic |
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Went out with the tide |
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And i was aware that |
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With every word spoken and shared |
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I could see her shaking subside |
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I said sister looks to me |
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Like you're going to be fine |
