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I've got the gawks and I am picking up your quirks |
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Not another dead bird! |
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You catch all but the gulls |
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There's enough oil here to slick back our stray hairs forever |
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Lorraine, they say |
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Your gray is grace |
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And your decay will wash away |
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Lorraine, your rain has bleary eyes |
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Blinking for the skyline |
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Shelter is easy but it's home you can't find |
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At least it takes time |
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I've got the fear and I am tugging at your sleeve |
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Not another dead word! |
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You will kill nonsense dead |
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There's enough sulk here to swallow the youngest tear |
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In clouds forever |
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Never seen a shooting star |
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Mistaken for a meteor |
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From the crowded Erie shore |
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There you were |
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I've got the shakes |
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And I am praying for your grace |
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Quickly, before I move away |
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You're a karma bomb |
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There's not enough movement here to fuse rivers and divisions for a minute |
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Lest forever |
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Lorraine, they call you here |
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You're supposed to see it |
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That the city makes its own stars |
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They catch fire |
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There's hope in your shadows |
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Dark only in the sickest ways |
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If we squint 'til the heavens are clear |
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You'll be near |
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I come to you bearing plenty |
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All of it worthless probably |
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Can you take the worst from me? |
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Can you take the fool out of me? |
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Lorraine, I'd say |
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Your gray is grace |
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And your nasty will vindicate |
