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Memory Game
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You can’t trust yrself around cigarettes
Although they still believe in you
Get sentimental at the 100 metre run
And if the athlete could be cured
You’d get to bed at a respectable hour
But the heart wants what it wants
Beats incessant on yr walls
Behind secret chambers where I hide
Black and white films in the dark
If I call yr name would you answer
Or would it be my memory
And I can’t tell a drizzle from hurricanes
Teacup tempest tide
If I could write poetry I might say it right
And if I’m gonna fall in love
I’ll find a writer with a gentler hand
Immortalized in ink and paper
So you remember
But the heart wants what it wants
Beats incessant on yr walls
Behind secret chambers where I hide
Black and white films in the dark
If I call yr name would you answer
Or would it be my memory
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If I could paint a portrait, I would paint it black and white
And if I’m talking nonsense, you know I know it isn’t right
You know how I get when we drink champagne, I’ve got no one else to blame
Take me to a picture, that I’d probably never see
It becomes a fixture, I’ll see the problem’s always been me
You know how I get when you talk that way, knowing that you’ll never stay
And I’m falling madly in love, with a vision, a dream of you
And I need a hole in the head, but I got you instead and Katharine Hepburn
I could say yr a goddess, or a queen of a continent
And this ivory tower could never keep you that content
When you find yr Cary Grant, I hope I understand, I hope I can understand
And I’m falling madly in love, it’s with a vision, a dream of you
And I need a hole in the head, but I got you instead and Katharine Hepburn
And I’m falling madly in love, it’s with a vision, a lovely dream of you
And I need a hole in the head, but I got you instead and Katharine Hepburn
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When I drink myself half to death
All I’ll recognize will be the winter in her breath
When the fire in her hair burns half the town
I’ll pray the carbon monoxide will be enough to take me down
I’ll find the girl with the mountains in her eyes
Lost in philosophy, I guess that is the price
I’ll wax poetic and pathetic
To see the mountain of her heart
Can I make believe all the struggle that it took
Was worth the pain to be a footnote in her book
Razor sharp and her exact mind
I’ll drop the needle on The Girl the Years Were Kind To
I’ll find the girl with the mountains in her eyes
Lost in the west coast, I guess that is the price
I’ll wax poetic, empathetic
To see the mountain of her heart
I’ll lose the girl with the mountains in her eyes
It’s all well and good, but what can I do to make it right
So I’ll wax poetic, empathetic
To see the mountain of her heart
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Spring Rain Port Orchard, Washington
I want to be the bar of chocolate melting in the pocket on a bright summer day. Let me be wild, let me run free.
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