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BABY SEE BLUE
(the fate upon which we turn the stars)
On the other side of yet another moonlit September,
Driven by the sounds and the ides of
A lonely woman waiting for you and the sidewalk
And she's got all the wrong things to say.
It's dark as day where she sits down to knit
Sweaters torn with scarlet and pink.
But it's warm as night when she gets up to pray,
Her harmony draped in worn out knees
Someone please wake her
If she drifts off someplace.
Etch in the memories
And add in the years.
There's that wall again, that wall they paint
Streetlights on to guide you, stranger, in the dark.
It's only beautiful when it's crying.
It's only pretty when it's lonesome.
There she goes again, dolled up in greasepaint,
You've got to love it when she revisits
The sins of her fathers and the whims of her daughters.
Nineteen's a nice life,
It's easier to follow.
She's different at midnight if you like that kinda scene.
Rustles your cufflinks as she greases down your love
Till its smooth, so pale its polished in
The irridiscent gleam of your mother's expectations.
You won't tell her, will you?
Cos it just might,
It just might
break her heart.
Have you seen her lately?
Under the overpass or beyond the bridge?
I know the answer just as well as you do.
Her post-mortem blues will overthrow the system.
Her post-mortem blues will overthrow the system.
Her post-mortem blues will overthrow the system.
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