You were a song I couldn't sing
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Caught like a bear by the bees
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With its hand in a hive
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Who complains of the sting
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when I'm lucky I got out alive!
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A life at best left half-behind
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The taste of the honey
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Still sweet on my tongue
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And I'd run (Lord knows I've tried)
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But there's no place on Earth
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I can hide from the wrong I've done
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Then I saw a mountain and I saw a city
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Steadily sinking but suspiciously calm
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It wasn't an end, it wasn't a beginning
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But a ceaseless stumbling on
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there, strapped like a watch on my wrist
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that's finished with gold but can't tell time!
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was all or what little pleasure exists
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Seductive sold and useless mine
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Our horse was fast and first from the gate
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with the lead of a length at the sound of the gun
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ant the last of our cash laid down to fate (at 17 to 1)
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but the final stretch in the rear of the pack
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That nag limping bad in the back
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We reluctantly gave all the money we'd saved
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A fifth to the commonwealth and the rest to the track!
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then I saw a forest grow in the city
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And a driftwood wall of birdhouse gourds
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And I'm still waiting to meet a girl like my mom
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(who's closer to my age)
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the true light of my eyes is a Pearl
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Equally emptied to equally shine
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And all or what little joy in the world
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seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine
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I was once the wine and you were the wineglass,
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I was once alive when you held me,
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but G-d became the glass,
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all things left are emptiness
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but oh, you're just a little girl
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if you look out and see a trace
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of a dark bed that was once my face
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in the clarity of such grace,
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you'll forget all about me
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Nice And Blue (Part 2)
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Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |