Tied you down then walked for miles
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Under streetlight your face turned to gold
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Caught the scent of a reconcile
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Loud restraint could draw that curtain closed
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Slur, stutter, stall, drape the tinsel-dim the lights
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Sacred remnants-indiscerned
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Seeds thrown to the sewers
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Casual exposure at the estuary
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Discovered and disposed, disposed of in one final frisk
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Solid turns liquid with one smooth hesitation
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And so this ordeal's becoming more and more traumatic
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And so I'm becoming all the more dramatic
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Passion crash-red ribbon arms and legs-coming loose
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Knot become untied, gift wrapped empty box
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Entrusted then discarded like a piece of litter
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Never again thought about
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In all this haste, I wasted any chance of reconcile
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Mountain turns valley with one swift hesitation
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It's not supposed to happen like this
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No, not like this, a wish to forget
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A wish that I'll forfeit drunk and distracted
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We abandon our good selves, dogs pulling stunts
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Thoughts collect like condensation before they
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Drop to the floor and we abandon our good selves
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Asia Argento
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| Hondo Maclean |
