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Red House Painters Real Down Colorful Hill I've Not Been So Alone, I Thought Since kicking in the womb I drank so much tea I wrote my letters in congi Around the block I walked and walked Pretending you were with me Not wanting to die out here Without you The hurting never ends Like birthdays and old friends We forget that this flesh, blood, and bone is human Trading phone lines for airlines Unwilling to face That love is found on the inside Not the outside And like a medicine bottle In the cabinet I'll keep you And like a medicine bottle In my hand, I will hold you And swallow you slowly As to last me a lifetime Without holding too tight I do not want to lose The thrill that it gives me To look out from my window And scowl at the houses From my world in the bedroom It's all in his head, she read In the girlfriend self-help book It's all his own making; a war with himself Like two sides with a wall That separates two countries He shuts out the world He wants only to love you Not wanting to die out here Without you Not wanting to die out here Without you -------------------------------- |
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