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WorryHer silhouette is bleaker than a cigaretteOn a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip From broken hands down to her hips Realizing lethargy in both her eyes And as the sun emancipates the dawn Her tan lines cackle with the power of the allegory For a man, he's deeper than the sundarbans And the wistful way that he could hold her stare Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air And as they fall apart in separate beds He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead Realize bitterness in both her eyes And the way his words could strip The walls she's climbing Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry He holds her down, everything is anguish now With the shallowness of every breath He waits until she is bereft Realize, nothing now in both her eyes And the way his words have stripped The walls she's climbing Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry about the way she lay Oh, at the end, oh no, oh I worry, worry, worry, worry |