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Secondhand Daylight

I enter the room 
Confident enough 
For now I tread 
A straight and narrow way 
So I sleep soundly 
A little blue in the face 
Cut-out shapes 
In secondhand daylight 


Somewhere else 
Something else 
On my mind 


She's caressing me 
With the hidden hands 
Of the only kind of violence 
She thinks I'll understand 
We've got them dancing 
To all of our confessions 
They don't know how 
We rehearse our dreams 


Somewhere else ... 
I just get numb 
When you're hard to find 


We met at a psychiatric unit 
She was in for having habits 
No one else would try 
She didn't know what she was in control of 
She had all the advantages of magic 
No one could deny 


There was an old lady 
Who swallowed a fly 
Your inescapable mother 
Such a crazy lover 


I just get numb ... 


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