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Well I lost my taste for the company of airports and cars.
We flew through the year and avoided the dust and the rock.
We stood in the way of the tank till we bored and we stopped.
So never show doubt in your hand till you know what they got.
Touch me or don't.
Just let me know,
Where you’ve been.
Well drop me a line with a hook and some raw bleeding bait.
(One, two, three, four.)
Well I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake.
(Five, six, seven, eight.)
Shimmering under the moon made of anger and hate.
I was the one who was always repeating it.
Shimmering like a penny out of reach in the subway grate.
(Shimmering like a coin kept safe away, you’ll never listen to anything.)
Touch me or don't.
Just let me know,
Where you’ve been.
Leave it alone, I’m sure there’s someone who knows,
Where you’ve been.