it's rock paper scissors as to whether i will get over you at all. it's
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hand against hand and both hands are mine. it's standing in a circular line,
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which is not to say that i'm not also happy. a happy meal with a surprise
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inside. surprise, surprise is another bright light in my eyes, exposing all
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the stuff i'm not calculating enough to hide. this melancholy that i carry
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makes me feel so grown up at the kitchen table doing shots of resignation. i
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never thought i'd see the day when i would i say i give up and tame the
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stallions of my wildest expectations. but i do not want to know you this way,
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surrounded by so much pain. but how am i supposed to let go of you this way,
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like a bird into the sky of my brain? i think i could accept all these dark
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colors as just part of some bigger color scheme if it wasn't for that drippy
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string quartet of sadness underscoring each smiling scene. yeah desire drags
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me right out of myself like a gas soaked rope tied to a piece of coal. and i'm
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getting pretty good at looking at the bright side while the flames ripple on
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the sand and swallow me whole. but this melancholy that i carry makes me feel
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so grown up at my kitchen table doing shots of resignation. i never thought
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i'd see the day when i would say i give up and break the stallions of my
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wildest expectations. but i do not want to know you this way surrounded by so
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much pain/ but how am i supposed to let go of you this way like a bird into
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the sky of my brain.
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Rock Paper Scissors
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Ani DiFranco |