The eyes of crows will snag my clothes
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My seams to pick and snip
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And bruises creep like smoke beneath
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My wrinkled fingertips
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When I cry my tears leave oily rainbows in the snow
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But in the water I am beautiful
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Them’s the breaks, the daily ache
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So vague and ill-defined
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And hearts will stop like broken clocks
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As promises unwind
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I feel like a souvenir, too tacky to be cool
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But in the water I am beautiful
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The cathode flash of all that trash
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Lights me up like a star
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And little kicks for little pricks
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Are lined up on the bar
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One more little push and I’ll surrender to the pull
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But in the water I am beautiful
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Water in my mouth ? Words get pretty hard to swallow
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Cold sets in my bones
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Water in my ears ? Words are pretty hard to follow
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I’m old enough to feel like I’m alive
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In the water I am beautiful
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In The Water I Am Beautiful
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| Sweet Billy Pilgrim |
