she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair with a bright interrogation
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light in her eyes. and her conscience with a cigarette just stood there,
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waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry. they scampered through the
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room like a roach across a wall. yeah, they made her skin sore. yeah, they
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made her skin crawl. they said, "we got this confession. we just need for
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you to sign. why don't you just cooperate? make this easier on us all? make
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this easier on us all... just make this easier on us all." there was
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light and then there was darkness. and there was no line in between. and asking her heart for
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guidance was like pleading with a machine. yeah, cause joy
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it has its own justice and my dreams are languid and lawless. and everything
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bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless... when it
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is fierce... when it is flawless..." on the table were two zip-loc baggies
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containing her eyes and her smile. they said we're keeping these as evidence until
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this thing goes to trial. meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall.
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both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall. now look at her book of
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days, it's the same on every page. she's got a little tin cup with her heart
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in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage... to bang along the bars of her
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rib cage... there was light and then there was darkness. and there was no line
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in between. and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading
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with a machine. cause joy it has it's own justice and my dreams are made with
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all of us. they said "everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is
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flawless... when it is fierce... when it is flawless..." fierce...
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flawless...
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Fierce Flawless
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| Ani DiFranco |
