Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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Pick it all up now,
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Put it back in your mouth.
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Pick it all up now.
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Pick it all up now,
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Put it back in your mouth.
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Pick it all up now.
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And swallow...
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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You took away my red lips,
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And then cut them up in pieces.
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So now I can’t kiss the moon,
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So now I can’t kiss the moon goodnight.
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No longer fly,
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Through the clouds.
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No longer touch the stars…
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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I’m lying still,
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Waiting.
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Completely dried out,
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Longing.
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Longing,
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For the rain
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To whip the roof
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And make me,
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Defenceless…
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You took my lips away,
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You took my red lips.
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You took my lips away,
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You took my soft, red lips…
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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Picking up pieces, talking loudly...
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Pick it all up now,
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Put it back in your mouth.
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Pick it all up now.
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Pick it all up now,
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Put it back in your mouth.
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Pick it all up now.
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And swallow...
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Picking up pieces
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| Anja Garbarek |
