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Honey bee, she say I got too much sympathy but I can call her any time
And if you're lost and you need a little peace from me. bring all your trouble back
Honey bee, how have I hurt you? Come on, tell your blues to me
Maybe I should live up there in the curtain on the wings of Mercury

I was fortunately desperate and turbulently innocent
I was living underneath my body weight
My eyes were swollen, green and hazy, sick from grief and hate and envy
I was crawling up inside my hate

And all I seem to find is that everything has chains
And all this life just feels like a series of dreams
Selected poems and lovers I can't begin to name
And all and all, I find that nothing stays the same

And I was crazy like the moon for you and head over my heels for you
Never would I change or compromise
But something in my mind does things I can't contain for anything
Last night I don't think sleep even touched my eyes

And all I seem to find is that everything has chains
And all this life just feels like a series of dreams
Selected poems and lovers I can't begin to name
And all and all, I find that nothing stays the same

And all I seem to find is how everything has chains
And all this life just feels like an idiot dream
Selected poems and lovers I'll never see again
And all and all, I'll find that nothing stays the same

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