I've chosen to remember you exactly as you are
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If looks could be pickled and stored in a jar
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1997 trapped inside a conversation
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That party was so loud I felt like an abbreviation of myself
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Finally got around to vacating the nest
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But my knowledge of survival was pedestrian at best
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Now I'm holding down a job penning poems by the kilo
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Our guest is dressed by hand-me-down, hair designed by pillow
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Tie shoes in bows
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Walk tall in those
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Don't start counting your pennies, the night is but a pup
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There's things happening above you, you must remember to look up
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And you will marvel at how it's so easy to forget
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A moon that hung so bright you could've lit your cigarette
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The light that it throws
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Smash through windows
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We're singing words, the meaning's long forgotten
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Corroded over time
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The air's so thick you'd swear you're breathing cotton
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Assuming your own nom de plume
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Invite someone back to your room
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The light that it throws
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Smash through windows
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We're singing words, the meaning's long forgotten
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Corroded over time
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The air's so thick you'd swear you're breathing cotton
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You're falling down on mine
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We're all singing words, the meaning's long forgotten
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So every person and their spouse
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Lay entwined throughout the house
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While meanwhile on another couch
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I've the pleasure of finding out
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The difference between north and south
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The mechanical moving mouth
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He said "These are my principles
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If you don't like them I got others
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This is my opinion
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If you don't agree I've got big brothers"
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The Unmade Bed
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Darren Hanlon |