Just for you with your open hands
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Waiting for the touch of man
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Clutching with your blackened gloves
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You try to capture all the doves
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That flee into
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The forest before you
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You wish to catch and cage me now
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I wonder if you remember how
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Hard it was to say the names
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Of mirror dreams and cheated games
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And on the wall
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You framed your first lover
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Your form intrigues me with the glow
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I'll remember you I know
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Though I forgot to lock the chain
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Around you with a prayer for rain
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To bring the call
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To drive you back into my bed
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Ahhh....
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She turns away
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Telling me to follow for a while
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Ahhh....
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She waits
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You'd be touched if you would touch
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But you only reach and taunt
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Will my taste stay grey and blue
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If I try to turn from you
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Strange street affair under blue
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Tim Buckley |