(Verlaine)
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Cliff-hanging time
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Fingers and stone.
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Holding and holding
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hurts to the bone.
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It comes on the dark
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these ridiculous dreams
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I'm coming apart
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apart at the seams
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I'm coming apart
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I don't know what it means
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I choke on my voice
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it ain't the right words
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It's always the sound
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of something I heard
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Don't know if it's hard
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Don't know what redeems
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I'm coming apart
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There's too much to move
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and nothing to save.
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Oh, ain't it sweet
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back in the grave?
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It clutches my heart
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This yearning and dreams,
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I'm coming apart
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Coming Apart
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Tom Verlaine |