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She keeps a bottle hanging like religion
Right underneath the bed
She pours it in the sheets and vents
Combats the awful things we did
Snakes and plagues and her former slaves
Are arising from the dead
She grinds her heels as we bottom out
The horrible years we were fed
And as the lights double back again
We curse the man who invented them
I see a little bit of you in everything
Blowing up like jerusalem in me
How I'm in love with everything
The girl with the golden back
Give me love in a telescope
And beat your heart like a marching band
Oh I could bludgeon it
Or bottle it
Or beat it back to bed
But bleeding bleeds much safer streets
So pick up that bandaged dress
And put the polish down
And leave the crooked ground
You look infinite at best
And as time gives God a rest
We better bind our better halves
I store a little bit of heaven everywhere
Even with the cabinets so dirty and bare
How I'm in love with everything
The girl with the golden back