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Same old cross street, same old dream
Oh well, I had it in for something else
Tho in my ribs I felt I briefly held the two thoughts simultaneously
Tho I'd see that it'd
Take, take all the stories you'd change
What came next that could never be
And like finger tips on Braille script
My calloused hands could see
Tho I felt the words you used
I never understood
If you claim love/lust
Do you claim tire/leave?
As If time don't ravage the blooming fields we walk through
But I've changed now, honey
Did you change now, honey?
Even a quarter
Even a quarter
So get even, honey
Get even, honey
Get even, honey
Take, take all the stories you'd change
What came next that could never be
And like finger tips on Braille script
My calloused hands could see
Tho I felt the words you used
I never understood
Take, take
Take, take
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