Hey, even if your world stops now,
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it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say,
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because all splashes are ripples from the distance
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--then rings of waves...
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Turn them a deaf ear.
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I figured it out; now I'm tired.
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I'm putting my arms down and turning away.
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And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
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but I can't hear anything. Not today...
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Get it off my back.
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I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses.
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"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
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I was told by everyone,
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"Until you made her a saint."
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Bruise-Blue
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| Sunday's Best |
