I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
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Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
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Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
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It¡¯s taken magic to a primitive new place
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Watch ¡®em run, although it¡¯s the minimum, heroic
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We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
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In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
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It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
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Next thing you know you are asleep in someone¡¯s lap
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Watch ¡®em run, although it¡¯s the minimum, heroic
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We quit the room
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Quit so our thoughts could rest
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Rest them, on every move
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That¡¯s when we grab a hold
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Of whatever it is we fell into
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Lousy with your content
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With what the majestic cannot find
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In business of your lives
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The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
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The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels
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We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
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The Bleeding Heart Show
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The New Pornographers |