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We have pictures of faces And places that we've never been Psychics and sidekicks with mouthfuls of gin We have latches and levers and locks on our doors We'd leave through the window and swim for the shore Sand in shoes Story books Pale skies with wire hangers hangin on wires all night long all night long We have calendar pages and cycles of the moon Tell him you loved him and he got took too soon We have life-sick and love-sick and lumps in our throats Lit windows late at night and hearts pounding low It'll come in plastic packages metal handles reflecting red hands underneath underneath From Letras Mania