"There's no poetry between us"
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Said the paper to the pen
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Something's burning in the attic
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That her tongue will not defend
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Through the arc of conversation
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Past the teeth behind the smile
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Down the miracle mile
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To the bottom of the ladder
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Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
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What's the matter baby?
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Could we go downtown
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To the middle of the world?
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You were always such a pretty girl
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And you told me I was beautiful
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"There's no poetry between us"
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Said the paper to the pen
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"And I get nothing for my trouble
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But the ink beneath my skin"
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If your clothes are getting weary
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And your soul's gone out of style
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Blame the miracle mile
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And the bottom of the ladder
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Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
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What's the matter baby?...I'm coming too
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No Poetry
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| Gary Jules |
