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Living On Hope

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I've been living on hope
And washing in blood,
My train's always late
And the man that I love
Doesn't want to know me.

I'm tripping on fresh air,
Talking to myself all the time,
I feel like a joke -
The black sheep, the fuck-up,
I'm the bad news big sister.

I water my plants with my eyes
And smoke til all I can do is laugh.
A child in the skin of a woman
My voice is a whisper and I am all alone
My fear won't let anyone close.
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2nd September 2014
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