We speak in the store
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I'm a sensitive bore
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You seem markedly more
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And I'm oozing suprise
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But it's late in the day
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And you're well on your way
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What was golden went gray
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And I'm suddenly shy
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And the gathering floozies
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Afford to be choosy
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And all sneezing darkly
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In the dimming divide
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And I have read the right book
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To interpret your look
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You were knocking me down
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With the palm of your eye
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This was unlike the story
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It was written to be
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I was riding its back
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When it used to ride me
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And we were galloping manic
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To the mouth of the source
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We were swallowing panic
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In the face of its force
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And I am blue
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I am blue and unwell
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Made me bolt like a horse
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Now it's done
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Watch it go
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You've changed some
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Water runs from the snow
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Am I so dear
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Do I run rare
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You've changed some
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Peach, plum, pear
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Peach, plum
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Peach, Plum, Pear
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| Joanna Newsom |
