What is past...
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What is past...
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what is past...
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Monachial dreams and a puddle of light
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And a red little girl's at the top of a slide
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And an an orange old man at the bottom
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Wants to take her for a ride
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As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles
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Pennies fall out of the sky
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She could say that her dream's the american one
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But she'd know it was a lie
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She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up
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And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
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But her smile is white and her legs are spread wider
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Her hair growing long
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And her hips
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Getting larger
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Past
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Getting brighter
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Light
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Growing weaker
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She is halfway down now but the man is impatient
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He tugs at his watchchain
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Today he'll be late
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But she's coming
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She's coming
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She's coming
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Who taught the fingers
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The fingers of the little girl
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Who taught the fingers
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Of the little girl on the swingset
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As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer
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The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it
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The pennies were loaded and as they exploded
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She starts to spin out of control
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Her eyes are now closing
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Her sleeves are unrolling
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Up past her head
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And her veins are all showing
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Not that she noticed
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Her senses are focuses on
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One old man who's laughing
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Who's laughing
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Who's laughing
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Don't worry, I've got you
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Don't worry, I've got you
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Don't worry, I've got you
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Don't worry, I've got you
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The orangeman got you
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What is past...
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What is past...
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What is past...
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Slide
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| Amanda Palmer |
