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By Sarah Slean, After the guns are silent
After your wounds have healed
After those
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By Sarah Slean, Awake soon
The mindstorm
I feel, I feel
The stars out
The fear goes
I
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By Sarah Slean, Who wants a genius anyway
Who worries if he's had enough
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By Sarah Slean, Innocent Sunday morning
As plain as the Sunday before
I thought as
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By Sarah Slean, I went to California
I met a lovely man
He rubs a
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By Sarah Slean, the town is crouching
a field of windmills waits, their stupid
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By Sarah Slean, i should go to drastic measures
steal enormous works of art
write
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By Sarah Slean, Armies and ice and dirty green
Newspapers, shovels, sand on the
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By Sarah Slean, well you can stay the night
you can look me in
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By Sarah Slean, Maybe I should take up smoking
Perhaps even cigars
Think I should
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By Sarah Slean, So we take the path not taken
Down into the fields
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By Sarah Slean, Inside the heart of freezing boys
Searching for the answer in
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By Sarah Slean, Little London night
Shiny pavement
Yellow, red and white
Oh that I
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By Sarah Slean, Science wears a new suit
To his coffee, toast, and eggs
But
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By Sarah Slean, She’s looking out and out to a galaxy
A fateful
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By Sarah Slean, here comes again
blood in the vein
seven a.m the cars come
gotta
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By Sarah Slean, You are what they call the human season
You are
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By Sarah Slean, No place at all to call my own
Still wandering the
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By Sarah Slean, Don’t you know what time it is
It’s the new
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By Sarah Slean, A little blood and vomit on the car seat
And a
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By Sarah Slean, I carried my heart unbuttoned
Across the lonely stage
Where all the
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By Sarah Slean, These feet have walked so many miles
And on so
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By Sarah Slean, Just to hear the sound of water
Just to put the
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By Sarah Slean, They're counting on a guilty conscience to save you
But I'm
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By Sarah Slean, hey Mister Paper
better get your story straight
we're not from the
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By Sarah Slean, The heavens dropped a bag of red and white lights
Pearls
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By Sarah Slean, When's it gonna come out?
Day or night or dream?
I'm hiding
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By Sarah Slean, A veil of strands of hair so rare
Aveiled and stranded