one mile in the air that's where she lives her body looks so thin and pink and small dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands and swallowing her fingers as they fall two people dance on the edge:three of us push them away there's nowhere to go we're all in this but nothing can hurt us at all fight her all you want you'll never win couldn't we just once leave her in bed let the dry air cut her happy throat hide her heart and lose her happy head first I was a murderer then I was a saint now I live on stolen time twist and run like paint like an animal tuesday in the sun nothing could be worse not now not ever not anymore....
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