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here's the silhouette the face always turned away
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the bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day
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couldn't figure out what made you so unhappy
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shook your head to say no no no
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and stopped for a spell
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and stayed that way
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oh well, okay
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I got pictures, I just don't see it anymore
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climbing hour upon hour through a total bore
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with the one I keep where it never fades
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in the safety of a pitch black mind
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an airless cell that blocks the day
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oh well, okay
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if you a get a feeling the next time you see me
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do me a favor and let me know
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'cos it's hard to tell
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it's hard to say
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oh well, okay
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oh well, okay
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oh well, okay
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oh well, okay
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| ELLIOTT SMITH |
