The cure for pain is in the pain,
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so it's there that you'll find me.
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Until again I forget,
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and again he reminds me,
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"Hear my voice in your head,
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and think of me kindly."
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Let me be, let me be..
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Lowered down like a casket
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and buried just below her chest.
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"Whatever I was searching for,
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it was never you," she says.
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The record ended long ago,
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we go on dancing nonetheless.
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I opened like a locket,
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"If you're ever cold," I wrote,
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"there's warmth inside me.
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I'm the pocket of an old winter coat."
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But where she used to say "I need you."
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Now...."I don't."
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You'd only make the softest sound,
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like sugar pouring into tea.
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Darling let your Self pour down
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and dissolve into the Love
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who revealed himself there quietly to me...
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(Jesus have mercy on us.)
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The Cure For Pain
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| Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |
