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With your breast in a moonbeam
Foot on a stair
You weep on my shoulder
I feel full shackled
I think youre lonely (?)
I been here cause I think theres been a change
Youre not in my pocket
Youre not on the phone
With your ear to listen
And youre not on the phone
Im a liar (?)
But I could write you a letter, now
But I dont know where I am
Never pure but Im (show you?)
Youre lost in the jungles
With your prints on the fingers
And your painted footsteps
I give you my life