You were a song I couldn't sing
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caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive
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who complains of the pain 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 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 I can hide
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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 the time
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was all or what little pleasure exists
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seductively sold and uselessly 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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and the last of our cash laid down to fate (at 17 to 1)
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but by 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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1/5 to the commonwealth and the rest ot the track
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then I saw a forest grow in the city
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& 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(3x) and you were the wineglass,
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I was once alive(3x) 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,little girl,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 red 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 (Pt. Two)
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Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |