Pinky Toe

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    i get banged up a lot,
    like a pinky toe
    on coffee table legs, and
    rocks buried in the snow
    you should leave your jacket outside,
    inside's too warm
    it's just a thought;
    you'll wear what you've always worn

    i get banged up (oh)
    i get banged up (oh)

    i get banged up a lot,
    like a pinky toe
    on escalator steps and
    welcome mats that say hello
    splitting hairs with an axehead,
    a chair, a plow
    one hair yesterday is worth
    two hairs now

    when we die,
    we'll be alone again
    so i
    want to get your everything

    i move my fingers like a mouse,
    to get the cat's eye
    i tried to breathe
    without my mouth,
    and i almost died
    something's wrong,
    somethings worn-out,
    used up, untied;
    your loudest voice,
    worn down
    to the faintest sigh

    i get banged up (oh)
    i get banged up (oh)

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    when we die,
    we'll be alone again
    so i
    want to get your everything
    there's a moth
    beating at the metal screen
    there's your cloth
    waiting to get its seam
    by
    the sewing machine

    i get your brown tail,
    i get your heartache;
    i
    get
    banged up,
    banged up,
    bang bang bang
    (bang bang bang, i get
    banged up, bang bang bang)

    no-one should be alone;
    no-one should have space

    no one should be alone,
    no one, no one
    no one should be alone
    no one, no one
    no one should be alone
    no one, no one
    no one should be alone
    no one, no one

    i get banged up a lot,
    like a pinky toe
    on jagged floorboards and all
    your softest clothes
    the ones you wore so much
    your elbows
    made elbow holes
    and, leaning on
    the ice, you can feel the cold

    i get banged up (oh)
    i get banged up (oh)

    i wish i could be
    like all the other toes,
    the bigger ones that don't need
    to watch where they go.
    don't worry, dear,
    we're on the inside,
    the outside's so far
    nothing bad
    happens here in our little home

    when we die,
    our feet will disappear,
    and our legs
    will follow within a year
    and turn clear

    i get your brown tail,
    i get your heartache;
    i
    get
    banged up,
    banged up,
    bang bang bang
    (bang bang bang, i get
    banged up,
    bang bang, bang bang bang)

    no-one should be alone;
    no-one should have space

    no one should be alone,
    no one, no one
    no one should be alone
    no one, no one
    no one should be alone
    no one, no one
    no one should be alone
    no one, no one

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    Composición: Aaron Gerber

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