I am walking
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out in the rain
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and I am listening to the low moan
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of the dial tone again
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and I am getting
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nowhere with you
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and I can't let it go
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and I can't get through...
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And the old woman behind the pink curtains
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and the closed door
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on the first floor
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she's listening through the air shaft
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to see how long our swan song can last
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And both hands
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please use both hands
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no don't close your eyes
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I am writing
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graffiti on your body
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I am drawing the story of
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how hard we tried
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Both Hands
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Jay Brannan |