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The sun is breaking out the buds |
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Slicing every cloud |
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She's in the cherry blossom snow |
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Taking showers |
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The whole city's fragrant with belief |
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It's a hard and rude life |
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And her saliva's on my sleeve |
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Today is mine |
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She falls into place as |
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The boxes in tetris |
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I run out of phrases |
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And into the shock |
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Of electrified love |
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Days travel at the speed of light |
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And the shortage in my stash |
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I start to run but petrify |
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She is a flash |
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That drives me out of reverie |
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Back to the green shade of the yard |
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The future magnetises her feet |
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... open ... in her arms |
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We fall into place as |
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Two boxes in tetris |
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Scratching our faces |
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In one soft ricochet |
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Of wet and dry lips |
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Antipathy surrounds us |
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Like an overgrown trail |
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Of sharp, hawthorn branches |
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That rip like nails |
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The night is full of headshots |
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Displayed across the road |
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But it's not invisible |
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It's not invisible |
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Cherry blossom snow |
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She's in the cherry blossom snow |
