These bloated veins have climbed
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Hillsides and airlines
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Looking for a limb to reside
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This eager scheme has turned
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Lathered up your bottled smile
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But the notice passes the tether by
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In storms the coils do fail
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And I will paw for air
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You buckle and stir
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My brittle hand
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O, this empty glance of you
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Folds only to consume
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O, how they fray away
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These ribbons of you...
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Ribbons Of You
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| Shannon Wright |
