And not one motion her gesture could I forget,
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The prettiest bag lady I ever met...
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Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass
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She watched the day pass,
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Not hour by hour... but pain by pain.
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I was a basket filled with holes, and she was the sand I tried to hold
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That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand.
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I stopped believing, you start to move
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(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
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I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
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(And you can pour us out and we won't mind)
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I was dead then alive,
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She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
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You can pour us out, we won't mind,
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As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."
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And if you're still looking for a blanket, sweetie,
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I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric;
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But if you need a tailor... then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs,
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And mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep,
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Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river
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Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole... and it makes you shiver.
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I stopped believing, you start to move
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(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
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I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
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(And you can pour us out and we won't mind)
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I was dead then alive,
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She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
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You can pour us out, we won't mind,
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As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "Our lives our not our own."
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Even the wind lay still,
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Our essence was fire and cold and movement, movement...
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Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the father in you,
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Tell them it's movement, movement, movement and... repose.
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Paper-Hanger
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Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |