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Desire hangs on for dear lifeon the window sill of the collarboneof the one |
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I loveAnd a glimmering shimmerof sweat gathers into a pool in her palmfrom a well in her wrist(chorus) |
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And the only thing that speaks the truthis the eloquence of passing timethe spoken word is a jacket too tight. |
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There's a shimmering visionby the window panea cellophane figure speaking intounges from above |
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Theres the curve of a stoneand the crest of a wavehere are the lips that crackedand the sound that they made(chorus) |
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Desire hangs on for dear lifeon the window sill of the collarboneof the one |
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I love.The grass spills out and catches a flamethe trees stand up and scream there blissfullness.(chorus) |
