My spine can be,
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the piano keys,
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that your fingertips play,
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wide eyed as the ships collide,
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along the docks of the lower
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east side, and we're on this cruise,
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of self abuse, we're highlights on
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the evening news, and we're
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sweating out our sins, through
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our ordinary skin,
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although I love your touch,
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I'll tap my wristwatch,
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This has been fun love,
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But your tongue can be so cliche.
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Lifeboats For High Hopes
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| Southcott |
