| Don’t speak.
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| Words come out your eyes.
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| You’re wet with this nightmare.
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| Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast,
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| your slender fingers closing into fists.
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| Trace your bruise
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| like a guilty streak.
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| Hold the pain.
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| You’re a connoisseur.
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| You think you have no other gift to give,
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| but we have so much left to live.
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| We don’t need a lot of money.
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| We’ll be sleeping on the beach,
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| keeping oceans within reach.
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| (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.)
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| I will stumble there with you
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| and you’ll be laughing close with me,
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| trying not to make a scene
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| etcetera. |
| Whatever. |
| I guess all I really mean
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| is we’re gonna be alright.
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| Yeah, we’re gonna be alright.
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| You can close your eyes tonight,
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| 'cause we’re gonna be alright.
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| So come on now,
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| I can almost see
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| that place
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| on a distant shore.
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| And courage is a weapon we must use
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| to find some life you can’t refuse.
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| We don’t need a lot of money.
|
| We’ll be sleeping on the beach,
|
| keeping oceans within reach.
|
| (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.)
|
| I will stumble there with you
|
| and you’ll be laughing close with me,
|
| trying not to make a scene
|
| etcetera. |
| Whatever. |
| I guess all I really mean
|
| is we’re gonna be alright.
|
| Yeah, we’re gonna be alright.
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| You can close your eyes tonight,
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| 'cause we’re gonna be alright.
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| All that I can see is your eyes.
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| Close your eyes.
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| Close your eyes. |