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Sport 34: Winter 2006

sweetness blows through you

sweetness blows through you

elegant you walk
the brand new blues
beneath the day

the pavement's rising
to need a stranger
full of six o'clock

another sky true
over you

you didn't remember
the wreckage shifting
behind memories of windows
the knocked boy

you left the chorus standing
behind broken houses

i won't be a baby
but i dreamed about
stepping into you

it's the big old
empty streets the thin
morning please

it's the word up baby