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i had this dream we were in the resistancesomewhere in France fighting traitors and fascistsyou were my mistress yes you were a womanbut i knew it was you by the shape of your mouthand you called me Maurice and i had a thin mustachei played clarinet in a decadent banduntil wehid in the busheswe shot from the bushesmade love in the busheslike there was no tomorrowin my real life I'm a cocktail waitressdodging men's handsinstead of bulletsand you're a bass player in a bandthat got a dealdealing with assholesinstead of explosions
Still we were grateful to be alivetogether fighting side by sideas wehide in the bushesshoot from the busheslove in the busheslike there is no tomorrowwe promised if one of us left or diedwe''ll meet again in another lifeand we'llhide in the bushesshoot from the busheslove in the busheslike there is no tomorrow.
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