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fire doori opened the fire door to four lips none of which were mine kissing tightened my belt around my hips where your hands are missing and stepped out in the cold collar high under the slate grey sky the air was smoking and the streets were dry and i wasn't joking when i said goodbye past magazine quality men talking on the corner french no less much less of them than us so why do i feel like something's been rearranged you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange killed a cockroach so big it left a puddle of puss on my wall when you and i are lying in bed you don't seem so tall and i'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired i make such a good statistic someone should study me now someone's got to be interested in how i feel just because i'm here and i'm real oh how i miss substituting the conclusion to a confrontation with a kiss and oh how i miss walking up to the edge and jumping in like i could feel the future on your skin © 1990 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
