A Down And Dusky Blonde

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   I fried my head, I'm not a 
brunette
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I'm a down and dusky blonde
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I am living in a tree
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When I lie in bed I see
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Beyond my lover's head the moon, I
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 hear the rain

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  I am conscious of my voice
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as a tool it's more demure
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Than your friend the singing queen
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With her matinee good looks
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She talks like talking from a book
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I speak the language of my 
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village, of my street

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  But I need a friend and I choose 
you
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I tell you the way I feel
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The truth is crushing like a heel
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I will forget the kiss and feel if
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 you will too

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    Tell me tales of punk rockin' 
girls
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It's a dim and distant page
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But I mostly blame my age
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Please make allowances for me. I 
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do not see.

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    It's a drag that you're getting 
old
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I love to think about the year
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When we sobbed and then we cheered
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The town deserted like a film
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Your torso crushing me
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Into the country and the tunnels 
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and the fields

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  But I need a friend and I choose 
you
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I tell you the way I feel
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The truth is crushing like a heel
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I will forget the kiss and feel if
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 you will too

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    I read a book a day like an 
apple
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But I did not eat
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And so the doctor came to me
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He said a woman does not live
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By the printed word forgive 
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yourself and eat

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    Autumn sped along outside
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Trick photography on speed
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I was locked inside a room
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They made a deal, they would control
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The simple things like bodies but 
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I kept my soul

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   When I needed someone I chose you
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Because the fledgling soul awakes
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And on the balcony she quakes
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And she is waiting for the sign
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And when the brother does not come
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And when the sister's much too 
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young, she chooses you