I could paint you in the dark
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Cause I've studied you with hunger like a work of art
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These are very secret days
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I collect my information then I stowe it all away
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Call me when you breeze through to your appointments
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The work you do
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Call me, I'm collecting you
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The pleading prayer and hairshirt sting
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My hair-trigger love and faulty spring
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Motivation smokes a name, but I don't like that smell applied to me so
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Blindly just the same call me
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When you breeze through to your appointments the work you do
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Call me I'm collecting you
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Turning up my collar to an unseasonal chill you ask a favor, you know I will
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The rain comes a surprise we fly across the railroad ties
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I feel the danger the foolish thrill oh yes I will
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What it will or won't be then
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The shutter pre development the ink full in the pen
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Mind the mind's eye's trickery
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You might picture killer beautiful much more than it might be
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Call me tell me what you're up to what you'll do
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Call me I'm collecting you
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I would be foolish to think that I could turn it off and stay alive
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The way I live when you switch on hand on the dimmer, give me just a glimmer
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Give me just a shadow hope around the edges, agony and rapture forever uncaptured
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Take these secrets to your grave
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Drug across your landscape and buried in your cave
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You're piling up and out of sight
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But trying to add it up just feels like counting shades of light
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Call me when you breeze through to your appointments what you must do
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Call me I'm collecting you
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Hang it in my window let it complicate my view
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The separation the glass of you
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But I can paint this picture any way that I see fit
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The art of pain the subject sits unmoved
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Collecting You
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Indigo Girls |