A silent woman parts her lips
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To speak before she ought
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She makes a cross of her emotions
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And a panic of her thoughts
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Out of her mouth she comes in rages
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Like Vesuvius in heat
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She runs ahead of her intentions
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Though she? programmed for defeat
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By the hunger and the hatred
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The prostitution of her nature
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She has given and forgiven for to give her
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Kunt forgave her
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To the longing for a loving hand
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Or fist or cock or spike
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But you know you cannot reach her
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?il she? taken back her life
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A lonely child of fourteen
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Finds her future in a drum
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She plays for present day omissions
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And for whom she must become
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Out of her passion breaks the stillness
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Of a solitary mind
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A strict devotion to the rhythm
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With a substitute for time
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She looks out of her window
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At the changes in the sky
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She never wants to leave her sanctuary
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Bedroom, books and lies
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But she? grown up on the outside
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With an instinct for the pain
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That drives the men inside her wild
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And women wanting her insane
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Both lovers bring their cameras
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To the beach on New Year? eve
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They are expecting nothing other
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Than to see what they believe
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Four feet walking toward the lighthouse
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In the freezing winter rain
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She flashes stately in the distance
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Humming her somnolent refrain
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"You are here now, you are here now
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There is nothing left to fear now
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" With each step the sunk is sinking
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Though the truth is less unclear now
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They have won a thousand battles
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They have wrung their own demise
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Now they are standing still and weeping
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For a love they can? despise
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A silent woman and a lonely child
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Have nowhere else to go
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But to the lighthouse in December
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Before the New Year takes its toll
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They have found inside each other
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What they had lost within themselves
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Now they are bonded to forever
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In their search for something else
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Generations like the water
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Shape the face of every stone
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A pedigree? an invitation
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To discover you?e alone
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Out in the kitchen or the courtyard
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Or the bedroom or the bank
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It only takes a fateful moment
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To become the one you thank
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And light shall lift them
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Higher and higher
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And dreams shall carry them on
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And loss shall lead them
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To life? final hour
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Where death shall overcome
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Help Me Breathe
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
