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not a job
Pull the final splinters Of missing picture winters You have to give yourself a break What's the fascination  With lovers at the station You have to tear yourself away  The dream again nobody understands Walking through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today Sleep it off  Words to make her stay: you said Leave me and the plants die A panic smile across your face Corrugated brow line The hissing bitter punchline Call when you can tie your lace  You rule my world my brother You rule my world compare