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GARY JULES
"There's no poetry between us" Said the paper to the pen Something's burning in the attic That her tongue will not defend Through the arc of conversation Past the teeth behind the smile Down the miracle mile To the bottom of the ladder Paint your eyes and hide the tatters What's the matter baby? Could we go downtown To the middle of the world? You were always such a pretty girl And you told me I was beautiful "There's no poetry between us" Said the paper to the pen "And I get nothing for my trouble But the ink beneath my skin" If your clothes are getting weary And your soul's gone out of style Blame the miracle mile And the bottom of the ladder Paint your eyes and hide the tatters What's the matter baby? ...I'm coming too
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