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Westerly // 1986
07:11
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Falling walls in the tape deck under the church
Back to your house in the suburbs near Berlin
I didn't take it personally at all
But rather I wish you would tear down that wall
He was a runner training years for his race
And he broke his ankle hours before
He saw all the others cross the finish line
And he laid his head in his hands on the sideline
It was a strange one for all of us
I missed you but I didn't
I found myself wishing to cross the borders
To feel even more weary
But the wind wasn't westerly then
Touch my cheek through the chain link
And I swear I'll tell your grandson about you
And maybe I mean that
I've never felt so alone in all my life
But in the middle of two million people
I hate what I'm becoming
/ / / I'm giving up on you, Mister Reagan
And I'm back in our basement again
I'm staring at the jelly jars lining the shelves
And I hate to admit it, but I've been
Tenderly crying myself to sleep
For my own sake.
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Yellow Palms in the Dirt
03:34
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I used to dig up granite rocks
Until my fingers were rubbed raw
I've always lived in suicide towns
Well I want to live in a godless city
You reeked of it when we walked
Through these low low trees
I tangled my hair up in
The seams of your coat pockets
Our body is what you want
The skin is as thin as yolk
Be without my bones till I'm gone
Your rasping fills my protestant blood
You said we were as close as
The skins that lie on the small of our backs
And I don't know what time it is
But it's 4 am somewhere
And there is still a darkness
Inside myself that I can't scratch out
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