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Baby, come out
I'll meet you in the street
At the place by the old fire station
we'll get something to eat,
like we talked about.

Baby, come down
it's been a while now
I've got so many things I could tell you,
if my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down..

And I can't look at you straight-on
You're made of something different than I know

I try to slip the marching clock
but centipedes invade my thoughts
Without free will I heel and I go
I step onto that metal plate,
where it meets the dazzling sound of trains,
and I beg those trains to run..

Cause I can't look at you straight-on
you're made from something different than I know

My eyes are on the sidewalk,
it's gum holding your feet
I swear under my breath
because I'm starving in your gravity
You're made from something different than I know

You linger just a little long,
I see your gun is drawn with the safety on
You can walk me back to my hotel
like it was home
And I smell those fools you made cordwood of
in petty dreams that leave me sleeping here, in your arms..

City swans, our crook'd necks long
city swans

And I can't look at you straight-on
you're made from something different than I know

And it breaks my heart just like the day,
that I looked down and I realized
I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore

City swans, our crook'd necks long
city swans

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