Drifter, what about her conversation?
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Drifter, how about an explanation?
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Where you go when you receive?
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And why you never let her feed?
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On all that truth you hold so dear
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But never let another near
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No one around
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My, don't we love?
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No one around
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No, to the quiet gazes
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No, to the muttered phrases
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No, to the utter waste of
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Time and good fortune
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Taster of the poetry
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Of Pater, Proust and Socrates
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What are you to do but sleep
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When are you to stop and weep?
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For all your inability
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To mate with your own memory
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No one around
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My, don't we love?
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No one around
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No, to the mindless gazes
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No, to the splintered phrases
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No, to the utter waste of
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Time and good fortune
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Singer, will the singing say it?
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Singer, would such saying change it?
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A whole long life spent tuning strings
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And will it now mean anything?
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But empty chords that only bring
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An endless, voiceless sorrowing
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No one around
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My, don't we love?
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No one around
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No, to the frightened gazes
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No, to the stuttered phrases
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No, to the utter waste of
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Time and good fortune
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Time and good fortune
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Time and good fortune
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Time And Good Fortune
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| Duncan Sheik |
