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So I'll dance with you again
but not to songs slower than the ones I already sing.
You say, "Why can't I see you?"
Well I can't see myself.
"Why can't I smell you?"
Well I can't smell myself.
So say you'll walk me home again.
If not by car or train then by the songs and letters you've written.
You say "Why can't I feel you?"
Well I can't feel myself.
"Why can't I think for you"
Well I can't think for myself.
She said "Just please don't let me leave"
And so the story goes:
Your train comes in at 2 and we call it off at 3.
Smoke one more last cigarette to make sure you won't breathe.
I say "thank you all for coming. We'll see if she shows in a year,
The exit straight to hell is to your left,
meet some old friends while you're there."
And you'll fold eachother's clothes just to pass away the time.
As I piss my sheets and regress to a complex simple mind.
Our father's never said be great only if you can.
The television taught us differently to hear and not comprehend.
And so you bust into the chapel in your tattered dress and jeans
and as level as it seems his holy hands still intervene.
You say "(darling) don't leave me you're the last good thing I have."
"Where are your friends? Where is your home?"
They hung themselves on telephone poles.