Did you find it?
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Play the song
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We had written
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We would sit down
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And start again
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From the beginning
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It was finally time
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To stop whining
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And start doing
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Anything, something
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To make them believe we were living
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And we kept on bleeding
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Long after the signatures
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Dried on the paper
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I stole from
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Melissa's Macbeth
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And oh how I needed so much to believe in it
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Isn't it sick how I thought that I knew you to death?
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How romantic
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Ushering in the new year
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With our childish antics
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And now soon after
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The gullible glimmer of hope turned to sarcastic laughter
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And we were intelligent people with eyes in our heads
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It's astonishing, is it?
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I thought you were just plain shy
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Oh, quiet kind of guy
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With the banner man waiting
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Behind every corner
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A delicate soldier, the loner
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How lonely was I?
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There is still time
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We could still try
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It's very difficult
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When no one's there to
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Catch you in the rye
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You kept saying
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That the black cat [?] of godsend
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At least it made living worth hating
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You kept taking the bad with the worst
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Like some curse that your mother was making
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Oh and isn't it funny years later
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We'd look at it broken and shaking our heads laughing
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If we had known back then what trouble it would bring
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To actually want to create something beautiful
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Now we've turned into those pitiful people
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Too scared to touch
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And drinking way too much
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Oh, it's typical isn't it?
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Say it, you cynically asked for it
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Didn't we ask for it?
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Didn't we want to be lesser and lesser
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[?]
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Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it..
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There is still time
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We could still try
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But it's very difficult
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When no one's there to
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Catch you in the rye
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1.1.94
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| Amanda Palmer |
