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When we drew the curtain, the light of day |
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Shone and filled us up with a kind of grace |
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It was sorely needed because the light |
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Showed how vile we were in our hearts and minds |
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We had it inside us right up 'til we forced it up and out |
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We had a sweetness thick down in |
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That blocked us from what we required |
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We coughed up honey into the air |
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There was a message, there was a meaning |
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We forced the sweetness up and out of us |
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Onto the window, onto the window |
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We flung the curtains back, it was everywhere |
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Drip, drip, down to the window and wall to the rug |
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No one could see out to the tennis courts |
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And it blocked our view of the condos and sea |
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Here comes my hand and here comes my body |
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Here comes a feather, here comes a bike chain |
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Pull the drapes shut and come back to bed and |
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Cover the window, cover the window |
