I¡¯ve been having wicked thoughts
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Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel,
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Imagining I stood high on a ledge
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And fell just out of the reach of you;
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Just then, we are together alone
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As I fall, you look up?
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Looking for all the world like for once
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It was you, not me, who had been struck.
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Should I love you more than I do?
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Or pray to love you less?
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Or learn to live with the little you give
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Believing it all for the best?
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Will I ever see your heart
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Open wide and your eyes shut?
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Looking for all the world like for once
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It was you, not me, who had been struck.
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The trees are angry, toss in the wind
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Devour small planes going by,
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Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves
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Down around us where we lie;
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I hear your uneasy breath
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As you stir but don¡¯t wake up,
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Looking for all the world like for once
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It was you, not me, who had been struck
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Struck
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Joe Henry |