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I'm keeping alive -
Shattered my tongue to keep my words inside,
made shallow my lungs to know I'm breathing right.
On the tip of my tongue
I'm selling your name like it's priced to fall
Into the hands of some old devil.
But this ain't some way
to win back your name
on a handkerchief.
To ride into war
on a three legged horse
while I see you off.
Thicker than my skin,
Wearing me down from the heat I'm in
Settling in to try my hand at sin
Now I measure the space
Counted the months from my salad days;
I'm finding a way to get back there post haste.
So this ain't some way
to win back your name
on a handkerchief.
To ride into war
on a three legged horse
while I see you off.
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