The things we do and the things we let
between the tide and the cigarettes
all the cups we cannot sip
between our legs across our lips
All the places we will meet
between our start and our winding sheet
some we'll leave and some we'll walk
hung like thieves, we sing the cross
Don't go! don't go!
All the rules we will not break
will break beside each note i make
between the beat and the speaker throw
what i think, where i still won’t go
Don't go! don't go!
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