she's perfect
She's perfect in her own way.
Smoke rings rising to the winter grey.
She's perfect in her own way.
Shining, stepping off a silver train.
Now I'm getting that sick taste in my mouth
from the medicine that I can't keep down.
She's amazing in her own way.
Always moving to a better place
She's amazing in her own way.
Laughing, you won't get to her better traits.
Now I'm getting that sick taste in my mouth
from the medicine that I can't keep down.
You know time heals nothing by itself.
I see that ever so clearly now.
She looks just a little bit different now.
Maybe a little bit softer around her eyes.
She looks just a little bit different now.
Maybe a little bit softer around her eyes.
The lights had just gone out at Rockerfeller Center.
Take it slow and make it softer.
Easy likes it nice and steady.
Now I'm getting that sick taste in my mouth
from the medicine that I can't keep down.
You know time heals nothing by itself.
I see that ever so clearly now.
Saturday, November 23, 2002
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