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I know something's very wrong The pulse returns the prodigal sons The blackout hearts, the flowered news With skull designs upon my shoes
I can't give everything I can't give everything Away
Seeing more and feeling less Saying no but meaning yes This is all I ever meant That's the message that I sent
kool thing
What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this?
Winning.
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair Full of all my whispered words, her black hair And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black All my tears cried against her milk-white throat Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea The smell of her black hair upon my pillow Where her head and all its black hair did rest Today she took a train to the West