Intro
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I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
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I said oeyou ve taken the diet too far you have got to let it slip
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But she s not eating again she s not eating again
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she s not eating again she s not eating again
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I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate
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I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant
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She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single
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word she said believe a word she said
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At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation
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from allergic reaction to a general anesthetic
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She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions
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in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors
Am C
She said one day to leave her sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide
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to drag her to the ocean to another sea s shore
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This thing hurts like hell
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but what did you expect
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Am C
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
Am C
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
Am C
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Am
Five hundred behind
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A thousand years in perfect symmetry
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Am
Best known left wrist right finger through all the Southern States on
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every video games machine they call her triple A
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There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking
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the chat show host he joked oeyou have to wait for the government program
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You talk about your politics and I wonder if you could be one of them but
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you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again
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A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea with the
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salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier you may
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look down at your model s feet and wish that you d just float away and the
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weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey so the
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landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world but to the
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left side and the right side either way is a crazy golf course
Am C
The sea is a good place to think of the future
Am C
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
Am C
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
Am C
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Am
Five hundred behind
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A thousand years in perfect symmetry
Am
A thousand years no getting rid of me
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A thousand years in perfect symmetry
Am C until end
#many thanks to PeteTLT