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Time is a corridor that winds through my life. (Out of each door comes a day). And when that door closes and I've said good night. (Another door opens again) Down in the corridor there will be a ti
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I can't get up anymore, my heart ticks so slow. There's nothing to do, I'm picking my nose. I'm counting the days that you have been gone. My heart went to jail, my love's out of song I can't get u
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I'm always touching myself. I've got nothing else to do. And when I'm touching myself. I'm always thinking of you Touching me, touching you. I've got nothing else to do Touching, touching you. To
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She's interested in me. I'm interested in her. But there's a distance. Each morning as she walks Our eyes exchange a thought. Our hearts, an interest. I've seen her at the club. Expanding with t
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There's a stain on my notebook. Where your coffee cup was. And there's ash in the pages. Now I've got myself lost. I was writing to tell you. That my feelings tonight. Are a stain on my notebook
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I had finally beat my nerve to watch her on the stage. Removing all her clothes, revealing only age. Some men stared with a stun, some sat in married guilt. That night I chewed a brick for ideals I
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Today is none of our concern. Today is none of our concern. Today is none of our concern That rewarding cigarette. That burns slowly by the bed. Fills the room with mystery. The apple ripens on t
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(difford/tilbrook) I think to myself when we kiss. Your husband is watching. From his portrait his eyes are looking down. On the slipper and stocking. Back against the bookcase. Down upon the flo
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I'm impossible she's exciting. Bound together with joined up writing. In the church I heard a bell ring. In a bar I heard a girl sing She sings solo, I see double. Moments vanish, her love so subt
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I've returned, I've returned, I've returned Last night, I played the drunken fiddle. Disabled love with a word of dribble. On and on about some jumbled subject. I said your friends were a bunch of
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Head on my shoulder, tears on my shirtsleeve. What did I say wrong?. Hurt by a gesture not by reaction. Is love saying so long Inside my heart, young, young, young, young. Wise, wise, wise, wise p
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You find a hair on my jacket. And you know it's not mine. You look at my pillow. But you're wasting your time Because I'm out of touch with you. Your smile no longer sings. I'm so out of touch wi
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When the world has gone to sleep. I'm still up among the sheep. With my feet out of the bed. I'm my one and only friend In my room of many nights. Many boys and many lights. I've been turned on a
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