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There's no quiet anymore anywhere for Madelleine if carless will never mean carefree. |
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She'll still laugh a little with the afternoon men in their dust, and still half as much with the afternoon men in their papers. |
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It's all goldfish and goldrush, trusting the inoculations won't infect her, between the fireworks and waterslides with the devil's foresight with the weather. |
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Laughing with the afternoon men in their bathing suits, trusting rain to all come together. |
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For Madelleine's performances I could've been anyone, |
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But now I know that anonyminity was all that I thought love was. |
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But I must admit I've always preferred a theater that men all go to to sit alone together to any version of home that I've ever known. |
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And Madelleine, Madelleine |
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You should be even lonelier. |
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You should be even lonelier. |
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And I think you can do it. |
