For Barbara R.
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She breathes through the book
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Measures a picture there
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Picks up a knife
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Cuts it to wallet size
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Now she has lived
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Now she has breathed
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And now she's tasted heaven but the trip doesn't sting
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And all she wanted was a photograph
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Rain on my tongue
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Feels like I'm tasting God
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Silver and gold
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Drinking the riches up
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Back to the night
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And if I died
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I'm gonna ask my questions on the other side
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And all she wanted was a photograph
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Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation
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I step outside the wire while the sun strips off my cocaine
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Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing
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Another brutal ending I know I'm an animal story telling
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And she breathes through the book
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Said that she never knew
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Question is easy
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But the answer is hard to take
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The binding cracks
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And the words will fade
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But she keeps the picture in the frame that she made
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And all she wanted was a photograph
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Picture Elvis
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