( 1:49 PM ) cxjo  
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You held me upside-down till I couldn't breathe anymore

Then you held me like a baby

Television, like wine; and cigarettes, like grains of sand;
and raspberry schnapps, like a thousand sunsets.

The boys talk like they own the world
The women keep their stupid diaries

but suddenly there's a tidal wave
and everything is sucked out to sea.

There were probably birds outside our little room
I don't remember anything but you
We must have been the butt of all the jokes in the world
for trying to live like Pippi Longstocking.


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