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Joana.
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Some escape
Some door to open
This path seems the blackest
But I guess it's the soonest
But there in the clearing
I know you'll be wearing
Your young aching smile
And waving your hand
Can't go with my heart
When I can't feel what's in it
I thought you'd come over
But for some reason
You didn't glass
On the pavement under my shoe
Without you is all my life amounts to
A final sleep
No words from my cutting
Mouth to your ear
Or taut wicked pinches
From my fingers
To your bitter face
That I can't heal
I know tomorrow
You will be
Somewhere in London
Living with someone
You've got some kind of family
There to turn to
And that's more than I could ever give you
A chance for calm
A hope for freedom
Outlet from my cold
Solitary kingdom
By the forest of our Spring stay
Where you walked away
And left to bleeding a part of me
Empty and bothered
Watching the water
Quiet in the corner
Numb and falling through
Without you what does my life amount to?
Mark Kozelek
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