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I am a woman haunted by hands
Even though I'm alone
Traces of pompey
Across my skin
And an invisible map
Of where you've been
It's dry road to idaho
A thirsty tongue across the land
And soil so dry
You could swallow an entire man
Took the first road out of town
Hoping that you were just skin deep
Well I feel you like
Some sort of phantom limb
Beside me when I sleep
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
I watch another grey day unfold
It's dusty wings
Sometimes I wish I were more like
Rocks and stones and things
Sometimes I wish my heart
Were not like flowers at all
That way I wouldn't get butterflies
When you called
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And the night swallows itself
You can see it in the stars
The moon blinks it's tired eyes
I may be a thousand miles to nowhere
Does that make me lost or found?
Oh - is it that relative to if you're around?
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And some birds abandon their young
Cause the instinct is too strong to fly
Well I feel like abandoning
My guitar and my books and I'm afraid
I don't know why
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
I am a woman haunted by hands   Even though I'm alone   Traces of pompey   Across my skin   And an invisible map   Of where you've been   It's dry road to idaho   A thirsty tongue across the land   And soil so dry   You could swallow an entire man   Took the first road out of town   Hoping that you were just skin deep   Well I feel you like   Some sort of phantom limb   Beside me when I sleep   Cause you are here when gone   You are here when gone   You are here when gone   You are here when gone   I watch another grey day unfold   It's dusty wings   Sometimes I wish I were more like   Rocks and stones and things   Sometimes I wish my heart   Were not like flowers at all   That way I wouldn't get butterflies   When you called   Begin extra   And the night swallows itself   You can see it in the stars   The moon blinks it's tired eyes   I may be a thousand miles to nowhere   Does that make me lost or found?    Oh - is it that relative to if you're around?    End extra   And some birds abandon their young   Cause the instinct is too strong to fly   Well I feel like abandoning   My guitar and my books and I'm afraid   I don't know why   Cause you are here when gone   You are here when gone   You are here when gone   You are here when gone
 
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