Lorna Zauberberg

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Wait for your train in my car by the station
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On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold

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What do you dream as you doze against the window
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And will you tell the dream when you come home?

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We're ill at ease in the house of lesser than
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And in breakfast, we get by on charm alone

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The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
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And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white wall

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I flipped through the music that you left
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All the old cassettes that lean against the wall

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I ate all the peaches off the shelf
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And I rearranged the cans into a poem

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Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
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And methadonians sleep right where they stand

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A weeping tranny is craddling a steak knife
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And you're happy slugging Rob Roys with your man

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I fold all the sweaters in the drawer
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And I smelled your smell and I held one to my nose

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Lay awake to the drizzle on window
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As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth
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