| Now that I’m alone I feel the lonely brokenness
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| Of all the wicked avenues I’ve ever sold my love on
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| All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided
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| In the outright abandon of this orphan child
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| Home is on the highway, living on soft bread and solace
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| I guess I’m waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse
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| And I wake up half-empty
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| Only to be filled again with mourning
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| He’s my evil shadow dove
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| My black Palamito
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| Can’t break him like a diamond skull
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| I can’t seem to do so
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| Can’t just rub him out
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| Like The Mob used to do so
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| Like memories of porno & teastains & tobacco O’h
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| It’s a mini disastro
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| Bigger than the ice age
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| Don’t know if baby dinosaurs
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| Maybe could live through it
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| Or Indians and butterflies;
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| What’s crushed is my spirit
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| Oh I fear it is too fragile
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| Like fall-leaves burn like paper
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| I always knew
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| I would spend a lot of time alone
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| No one would understand me
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| Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
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| Spend all my time
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| Amongst the animals
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| And on the tracks I would go
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| They lead to the sea
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| To be amongst the animals
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| Oh, I’m just a fall-leaf, something simple and shy like that
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| That’s how my heart lies, down beside the sidewalk
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| Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons
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| I sit and entertain the bizarre ghosts of my soul, Lord —
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| His name still lingers, maybe lactates on my tongue
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| Perhaps I’m just teething for a foreign, fallen destiny:
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| Miserable but mine
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| I look like his mother or Sophia Loren in an
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| Old fashioned movie
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| Slow motion, I cling to my child
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| Desperate for love —
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| One day soon my brother died
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| Made me remember all the subordinate feelings I cast aside, and
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| Maybe I had lied when I said I was ok
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| Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say:
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| «Wild willow, windy winter
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| Won’t you blow through me
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| My whole eternity?»
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| I always knew
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| I would spend a lot of time alone
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| No one would understand me
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| Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
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| Spend all my time
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| Amongst the animals
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| And on the tracks
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| I would go
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| They lead to the sea
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| To be amongst the animals |