Theres a sound Across the alley Of cold metal Touching skin And you can see If you look in her window That she has gone and cut Her hair again In straight lines Straight lines Those soft golden lights in the morning Are now on her wooden floor The wind has swept them through the apartment She wont need them Any more Any more Any more Shes cut down On her lovers Though she still dreams Of them at night Shes growing straight lines Where once were flowers She is streamlined She is taking the shade down From the light To see the straight lines Straight lines She wants to cut through the circles That she has lived in before She wants to finally kill the delusions She wont need them Any more Any more Any more But theres a sound Across the alley Of cold metal Too close to the bone And you can see If you look in her window The face of a woman Finally alone Behind straight lines Straight lines
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