a song about loss and the antidotes turned to
words and music by Cary Kembla
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PARALYZED AGAIN
The smoke curls from my cigarette
Around the empty bottles, they look so picturesque
Like a mountain range pushed up through the clouds
And it's been three long, long weeks
Of trying to drink you out of my head
But when I close my eyes to sleep
I dream of you, just you
And your sweet summer smile
Until the morning comes and then
Think I'll get paralyzed again
They say "Oh, you gotta let her know
The one that you came here to know
Before the moment slips away!"
And Baby, if you can hear me
There never was a one like you!
And now it breaks my heart to sleep
'Cos Baby, I dream of you, just you
And your sweet summer smile
I'll dream 'til the morning comes and then
Think I'll get paralyzed again
Every time you reach me
I go running to the door
But my fear won't save me anymore
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