She is wearing a complexion
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like the inside of a church
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that has never seen two lovers
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Just before they lose their thirst
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She likes nature in spite of
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What nature did to her
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And she loves enough to jaywalk
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Enough to get hurt
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And if she falls in the path of
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the midday traffic
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I will sleep by the bed of a broken statue
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Radio for help now
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She's gone missing again
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Without a raincoat or a hairbrush
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Without a witness or a trail
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We like Nature in spite of
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What Nature does to us
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And we love to jaywalk
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But not enough to get hurt
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And if she walks in the path
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of the midday traffic
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I will keep by the grave of a broken statue
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If she walks in the path
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Of the midday traffic
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I will walk in the path
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Of the midday traffic
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And she falls in the path
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Of the midday traffic
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I will keep by the grave of a broken statue
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Broken Statue
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Perry Blake |