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all my girls got their lace and their crimes

what we thought was for all time was momentary

and I don't miss what we had, but could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

“stay away from her”, the saboteurs protested too much

there in her glittering prime, the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night

I look in people's windows, in case you're at their table

buried down deep and out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness

I said, “I don't mind, it takes time”

I was in my tower weaving nightmares

our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

they said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true

were you writing a book? were you a sleeper cell spy?

and in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did

once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

as I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again

I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all

dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed that I can't get out of bed cause something counterfeit's dead?

the smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town

and she liked the way it tastes, taming a bear, making him care, watching him jump then pulling him under

I can feel it coming, humming in the way you move