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Start with your fingers they finger the change that carries you home in our evening you're bee stung there. |
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Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage carries me over your thinking you're bee stung there. |
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Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys between us is nothing but grace snow rides the wind down and drives past the window falling over your face |
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I fly out the window and then ride the wind down you fit me into my place you're bee stung here. |
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Start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight picking up pieces of mine |
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Tie me up with twine in your eyelight string me from heaven to time you bee stung. |
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Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys between us is nothing but grace help me up when you hear me behind you falling all over the place it's not too late. |
