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Thursday, November 16, 2006
from September 2005
What is hurts, my love-a-dee? Could it be this bad treaty? We sued but still we got no peace We take what we get on our knees I stand you up with my hands on your hips But still you sway, as curved as roses there My mission was heavier than it was right Like trees, we crash and tear Our song inherent in the bad wind Whistling through the tipsy limbs Nothing stays, we’re trapped again We learn only how to sin I rattle the bones hung round my neck Pull out my hair and call the dead My marriage to this giant bends without a break There’s sickness stuck in what I’m fed I want back everything I lost I take back everything I said I have not changed, I’m still the same I still hide in a shoebox under my bed But please can’t I begin again? I promise to do it right I want to feel the flow of peace To find a home tonight Show me again the old red stick There’s nothing for me here I learned to accept that what is just is I’ve swallowed lies and beer It’s getting colder with each flame Can you come back inside? I want to feel that warmth again It’s better when I cry
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