"From that old street
To that new house
To those beautiful hills inside your blouse
To the rain that kept falling
And those years off the rails
When we smiled like two sailors With holes in our sails
When I turned to a coma with a black hole in my chest
When a kiss was the cure and I'd save my breath
When you'd walk to the bedroom and I'd fall on the couch
If I wasted your beauty I'll ignite it somehow"
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