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Throwing Muses Red Heaven

Don't look back and, He's your soldier That sheet metal sound next door, Is keeping me awake Janie's eyes are open, And my feet are killing me If this

I keep meeting you and meeting I have promises to keep I keep making them and leaving That looks like a carnival wig And two shiners Let's just say it

You're furious, I never taught you to sing You carry rocks in your head and pitch them Without warning, Happy drunk You're furious, I beg you for sin

Hot hands Move things I write in his wall I have no mind at all Hot things Move him I write on his wall I have no heart at all I think she's a pretty

Slept for a long time Gone for a long time If you ain't hiding You can't see Stand me where i can see you Fill my pockets, fill me in If I ain't collecting

I used to listen I used to hear Inside the wall Now I don't hear at all

I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face And instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome body

One, two, three, four How many, many people outside your door? Two, three, four, five How many, many people outside? Four, three, two, one I don't think

This is him, when I When I, I begin Call him tied, call him taken Call him anything but shaken Call him wasted, call him shaved Call him anything but