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shake me down now to bare branches
with your Manchester swagger and designer sunglasses
freshly kissed cigarette lips
and I let my process slip
tied up in a thousand knots
when you hit me with everything you've got
but I grown in any garden
and my stupid heart with harden
leave the test-tones on
let the dishes be
they'll be there in the morning, and so will we
it's okay to be afraid
sleeping in the bed that we made
I long for longer days
when all my tumblers will fall into place
we do as we please--perfect hair, perfect teeth
leave the test-tones on
let the dishes be
they'll be there in the morning, and so will we
it's okay to be afraid
(no one is as afraid as me)
sleeping in the bed that we made
(and no one's more ashamed)
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