When you sing, you sing with the voice I left you with when I loved you. When I sing, I sing with the voice you left me with when you loved me. So let love’s waves wash me out in the streets, and may the dogs make a meal out of me. I hope that you’re listening when the dam breaks and all is lost. I can’t take the sound that it makes. Be proud of the way you stand there with my things. Cling to those with the saddest strings, and never find your solace in me. I’ve got medicine to keep me fed.
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