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When I was a young man, I had longish hair;
Weaving through perfume and very aware.
Bits of their scents would engage and unite
So I never fought harder than just saying "hi."
If I wanted to know them, they were already mine.

My best friend is thoughtful, my best friend is kind.
My best friend, she loved me when I had the time.
She loved me so much that she helped me to die;
Clawed at my face until I bled out my eyes.

I stumbled across you, the friend of a friend.
I nervously mentioned you in conversations.
I know that I'm told to save judgment;
I know that you and I have never met,
and I know even further that we never will.
In place of time that you and I could have spent,
You'll stay inside your home, paint your nails or toes,
Hell, you might do them both.

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from The Recordings Of​.​.​., released August 29, 2012

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