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I fried my head, I'm not a brunette |
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I'm a down and dusky blonde |
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I am living in a tree |
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When I lie in bed I see |
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Beyond my brother's head the moon, I hear the rain |
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I am conscious of my voice as a tool |
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It's more demure |
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Than your friend the singing queen |
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With her matinee good looks |
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She talks like talking from a book |
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I speak the language of my village, of my street |
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But I need a friend and I choose you |
| [01:12.97] |
I tell you the way I feel |
| [01:17.06] |
The truth is crushing like a heel |
| [01:20.93] |
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too |
| [01:30.11] |
It's a drag that you're getting old |
| [01:32.82] |
I love to think about the year |
| [01:36.94] |
When we sobbed and then we cheered |
| [01:40.92] |
The town deserted like a film |
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Your torso crushing me |
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Into the country and the tunnels and the fields |
| [02:37.37] |
I read a book a day, like an apple |
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But I did not eat |
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And so the doctor came to me |
| [02:48.43] |
She said a woman does not live |
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By the printed word |
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Forgive yourself and eat |
| [03:01.95] |
Autumn sped along outside |
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Trick photography on speed |
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I was locked inside a room |
| [03:13.11] |
They made a deal, they would control |
| [03:17.07] |
The simple things like bodies |
| [03:20.04] |
But I kept my soul |
| [03:26.33] |
When I need someone I chose you |
| [03:29.06] |
Because the fledgling soul awakes |
| [03:33.14] |
And on the balcony she quakes |
| [03:37.21] |
And she is waiting for the sign |
| [03:41.05] |
And when the brother does not come |
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And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you |
