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The draft blew cold under the door |
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When we threw wour clothes to the kitchen floor |
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The broccoli boils in the pan on the gas stove where you stand |
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Won't you take this spatula in your hand? |
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Let the rice burn |
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It cannot deter my love for youwe have no concernunder the hem of the nightunder the hem of the night |
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Out on the roof over havoc streets |
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Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kissso melodramatic embroidered by shadowsby the fridge |
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I reminice |
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Let the rice burn |
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It cannot deter my love for youwe have no concernunder the hem of the nightunder the hem of the nightwe stagger in the doorway and all of the suddenthe drum of the rain on the heather hillsnow everything's changed and our silence is bitterand you are all unhinged |
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Let the rice burn |
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It cannot deter my love for youwe have no concernwe have no concernoh we have no concernunder the hem of the night |
