You're Damaged Tabulatur von Waxahatchee

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Come right back.
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Buy all that they have.
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Convenient disguise,
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We distantly laugh

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You are eleven.
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1997.
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God is implicit.
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Your luck is consistent.

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And no I can not see into the future,
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No I cannot breathe underwater.

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Bit your last word, I
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Call out to you,
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This place is vile, and I'm vile too.

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My gal and father,
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Vomit and water,
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We're not alone here,
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We invent our own fear.
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And separately we will see
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chaos condolence defeat

     
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And now in this place,
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You talk to my shell
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You keep double wides
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You dream in motels
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And my words are ugly,
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And you can't discern me,
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God's buried under,
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Your damaged wonder
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And no I cannot see into the future,
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No I cannot breathe underwater.

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With sabers and sticks, we'll run to our peace
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Kept undisclosed and told of a memory.

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And in this dejection, 
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Lives a connection
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Tattoo your vain silence
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And all my resistence,
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We'll cut our hands agape and manifest
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Compassion we'll lose with time and test.