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Catherine De Barra, you've murdered my thinking
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I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking
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I'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking
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And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
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I envy the road, the ground you tread under,
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I envy the wind, your hair riding over,
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I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers,
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I envy to murderous envy your lover
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'til the light shines on me
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I damn to hell every second you breath
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I envy
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Oh my Catherine
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For your eyes smiling
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And your mouth singing
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With time I'd have won you
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With wile I'd have won you
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For your mouth singing
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Catherine
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| PJ Harvey |
