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The bitch strikes back
Lots in June
Back in our home walking these streets forlorn we all in our uniforms black and black
Doing that slouch and jive the artist must survive we've got all we need we cried and we don't look back
Thinking we had it made poised for the hit parade knee deep in accolades the conceptual pair
But ever the malcontent he left without incident vanished into thin air
Now I am always amazed words can fill up a page pages fill up the days between him and me
But the vows that we never keep from bedrooms to business-speak make me remember how cheap words can be
And the letters I wrote you of were those of the desperate stuff like begging for love in a suicide threat
But I am too young to die too old for a lullaby too tired for life on the ledge
But I had a dream last night of lovers who walked the plank out on the edge of time amidst ridicule
They laughed as they rocked and reeled over the mining fields coming to rest on this ship of fools
But he just took polaroids of her smile in the light of the dawn of the menacing sky
And before they went overbaord she turned and held up a card and it said Valentine
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