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I am walkingout in the rainand I am listening to the low moanof the dial tone againand I am gettingnowhere with youand I can't let it goand I can't get through...the old woman behind the pink curtainsand the closed dooron the first floorshe's listening through the air shaftto see how long our swan song can lastand both handsnow use both handsoh, no don't close your eyes
I am writinggraffitti on your body
I am drawing the story ofhow hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and falllike the tides of my life,and the rest of it alland your bones have been my bedframeand your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleepto offer up the deepwith both handsin eachother's shadows we grew less and less talland eventually our theories couldn't explain it alland I'm recording our history now on the bedroom walland eventually the landlord will comeand paint over it alland I am walkingout in the rainand I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone againand I am getting nowhere with youand I can't let it goand I can't get though
So now use both handsplease use both handsoh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we triedhard we triedhow hard we tried
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