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I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table
set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you
will sit and contemplate your day
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when
your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting
off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look
into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch
a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free
from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new
names (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will
change, oOo oOo...
//the postal service
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