Distance

The curtain slaps in the wind
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 A human sound of fleshy flesh
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 Little fists, they pummel absently
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 To birth the spirit in the room
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 The wind, it seems to lick
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 The wind, it seems to suck
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 The wind is a great big woman
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 That makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up
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 My body seems to be lacking something
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 I remember the taste
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 That on a night like this
 Was only ever she'd in haste
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 All these moments have passed through me
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 I have turned them all to waste
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 There are women on the street
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 They shine before me like teeth in a mine
 And there are voices on the street
 One of them is mine
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 If I watched from a high hidden window
 I'd hear myself say
 Oh, I can't make it out
 I'm too far away
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 But the conversation is like the beating
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 Taken in a dream
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 Where no real blows are landed
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 The only harm is in memory
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 All these women have passed through me
 I have turned them all to waste