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Time takes the years from out of our hides, wait for the belt with bated breath
And the bait on the line finds a fish in the sea, your teeth take the cake and feed it to me
I heard from a little bird that you crushed its mama s bones
Look me in my face, please don t be disgraceful, oh lord, oh please say, say it ain t so
For Iâm immune, I m immune to no one, love is a luxury that I can t quite afford
I call it by name and you know, it just walks out my door, maybe I shouldn t hold it so tightly anymore
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Your smoke builds a plume, how it stifles my perfume
And the paint on the walls of your room, makes for a pretty, makes for a pretty little June
And I never want to see you, I never want to see you again, but I long to see you soon
For a heart can be as stark and sad as a single laugh in a funeral parlor
And my argument is as senseless as picking up pennies, picking up pennies from the snow
And loneliness, she can be a , I take her to bed, I m so sure she will be gone by the morning
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the bangles on your wrist?
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the tangles in your hair?
Look me in my face, oh god don t you be a disgrace, oh lord, please say, just say it ain t so
What more, what more could we be for, than the change clanging in your pockets?
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow