Serving Semantics

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Eva, you've got me wound tighter than a rubber band.

It's been 3 years, 7 months, and 6 days since I've seen your face

And the sunlight in this place could use some dusting.

This prison cell's got me crushed smaller than an atom

Like some sort of sick stigmata - I'm pinned, still pinned

My hands are tied in this sticky July heat.

The water here tastes of lead and silt

And hope comes in the form of dead seagulls washed ashore.

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Did you mean to send me here? (versus)

I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.

Oh, woman; you spun me backwards -

I'm basking in your rays

Counting out your heliotropes

I'm basking in your rays

Yes, I'm still counting down the days.

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Oh, Eva, you've got me shot farther than a cannonball.

I heard yesterday that the Apocalypse was coming

From some man whose gun rested heavy on his fingers

And whose accent hung thick on his tongue.

I hope you've taken the pigeons underground;

I hope you've let all the cats go free.

If the Apocalypse is coming, then let it happen.

The universe isn't big enough to hold you here.

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Did you mean to send me here? (versus)

I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.

Oh, lady; you spin me forwards.

I'm basking in your rays

Counting out the iron bars

I'm basking in your rays

Your touch lingers every day.

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Some Spanish bastard shot my only hope of getting out of here

Shoved a newspaper in my face that I couldn't read

Spoke a foreign dialect that I couldn't comprehend

Oh, darling; if there was some way to get back to you, I would.

You don't answer the letters I don't send

You don't send the letters I don't wait for

The ivy wreath weighs sharply on your ankles

Dear God, there's something I wanted to say

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God, there's something I wanted to ask for

There's something I wanted to do

Venus, you spun my emptiness.

I saw the sunlight through your dress.

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The last sun is setting through the hole in your head

That I never meant to crawl through.