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Out of season, out of heart,
I cross you off beneath the stars Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs You're off the map, you've left the book I'm off my head and treading luck And it's too late to call you up The heart migrates, it comes unstuck I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me |
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You turn on your side like you have to face North
Or else you can't sleep : the unwritten law But how can you sleep with my heart so loud? Like a scream in a jar, like the sound of a crowd And way out at sea, the waves and the masts know that they've lost That they're heading for rocks But the captain's adrift in dreams of dry land Of the view from the lighthouse, of my name in the sand |
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Geography, be kind to me, for the miles apart are killing me
Tonight I would die to be by her side so speed the road, rush the lights Speed the road, rush the lights Even bad girls sleep tonight Even bad girls sleep tonight Their aspirin white legs, scarred by young lust's overbite Even bad girls sleep tonight Even bad girls dream tonight Their aspirin white legs, scarred by young lust's overbite The snapped Ratner's chain glints cold in the night The snapped ankle chain glints cold in the night Caution is thrown to the wind and it does not blow back Caution is thrown to the wind and it does not blow back Geography, please be kind to me for the miles apart are killing me Tonight I would die to be by her side so speed the road, rush the lights Speed the road, rush the lights |
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Outside, the fairground in snow,
revolves like a waltz, funeral slow And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air ... Inside, the wireless in snow The orchestra drowns, funeral slow And autumn has gone and with it the bloom - the harvest of stars, like moths to the moon Help me warm this frozen heart ...... |
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The tollbooth martyrs, 21 - 56
Leave their lives at the gate and beneath the standard issue crucifix Push their summers to the side of the plate Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries The calendar model, long-retired, expecting her third, joined a choir The saucer of coins marks off the years from college to dole to tollbooth cashier Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries Live their lives through diaries, can't get jobs in libraries |
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Tonight, I can't sleep, the heart's all wires
The moon is widowed, the stars, retired i'll never travel and I'm always tired but I still love you and I can't lie Don't you ever go home? |
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Came to London to find myself
but in ten million people Where do you start? Drunk at a party You asked me if I was someone else and I say Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer in only three lines With just one kiss I want to tell you but it takes all night You just can't wait for the right time because like comets It could be the last time You should always tell them you love them In case you never see them again ....... |
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What does not destroy me can only make me stronger
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