I am not your enemy, I am not your dream unlived.
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I am just this song I have today.
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All I have is melody and string.
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If Frida Kahlo could see us here together, here today,
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She’d paint us in some churches, in some feathers, in some gray.
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She’d see us in our suffering and cut our arteries,
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And there would flow down fountains, flow down fountains
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From my Red Corsette.
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Whale bone from the killing of the largest peaceful being,
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Is blue and bound around my waist and will not let me sing,
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I cannot breathe, I feel too faint just as they’d have me be,
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But I do not belong here, I am shedding off this, shredding off this
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Red Corsette.
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I am not your enemy, I am not your dream unlived.
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I am just this song I have today.
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All I have is melody and pain.
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I don’t have the words inside for oceans upon oceans cried,
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All I have is this song today.
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And I’ll sing it now for those who cannot,
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Sing it now for those who dare not,
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Sing it now for those who know not,
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Red Corsette.
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Red Corsette
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| Paula Cole |
