Im sleeping with a can in my hand The holes are sharp and silverscarred I ran out on the great debate and fell into this tin cigar Its not all right Its never okay Im breathless when you say The tunnel of lungs is long and dark The tunnel of lungs leads to my heart The tunnel of lungs, the tunnel of lungs You must come through the tunnel of lungs French girls walk Arms entwined like rising smoke or ancient alphabets You said wed all use air the same It hasnt happened yet Its not all right Its never okay Im breathless when you say it your way The waters sickly Yellowgreen And I am jaundiced, too You love me cos Im so afraid of breathing wrong this close to you
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