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EmWell, as a child I mostly Cspoke inside my Ghead
EmI had conversations with the Cclouds, the dogs, Gthe dead
EmAnd they thought my broken, that my Ctongue was coated Glead
But I just Dcouldn't make my Cwords make sense to Emthem
If you only Dlisten with your Cears... I can't get Gin
EmAnd I spent my evenings pullin' Cstars out of the Gsky
EmAnd I'd arrange them on the Clawn where I would Glie
EmAnd in the wind I'd taste the Cdreams of distant Glives
And I would Ddress myself up Cin them through the Emnight
While my Dfolks would sleep in Cseparate beds... and wonder Gwhy
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EmAnd through them days I was a Cghost atop my Gchair
EmMy dad considered me a Ccross he had to Gbear
EmAnd in my head I'd sing Capologies and Gstare
As my Dmom would hang the Cclothes across the Emline
And she would Dtry to keep the Cempty... from her Geyes
EmSo, then one afternoon I Cdressed myself Galone
EmI packed my pillowcase with Ceverything I Gowned
EmAnd in my head I said "Cgoodbye," then I was Ggone
And I Dset out on the Cheels of the Emunknown
So my Dfolks could have a Cnew life of their Emown
So that Dmaybe I could Cfind someone
Who could Dhear the only Cwords that I'd Gknown
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