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Moments in Green |
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Halloween party in Columbia |
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I'm covered in green |
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make-up. Sylvia's there in her cat suit; |
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I met her spirit in the Grand Canyon. |
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She hugs me |
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but does she really care? |
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Gallons of wine and rum |
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don't go well on my |
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empty stomach. |
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Most people leave |
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but I'm already gone; |
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my arms are fastened to Sylvia. |
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Sylvia Sylvia
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holding me lovingly;
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Sylvia Sylvia
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kissing me hugging me;
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Sylvia Sylvia
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smeared with green from wiping my tears.
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"Jack, Jack, everything will be alright." |
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I sleep.
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I'm in a white room... |
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crying. |
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Four-year-old eyes reflect |
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my babysitter in a green dress - |
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holding me, |
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petting sweaty skin. |
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"Everything will be alright." |
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Fade to a yellow 'Rebel'... |
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I'm sixteen or so; Leroy's driving, smoking a dube. |
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Todd's in back drinking |
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vodka straight; passes Dwayne the bottle. |
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We arrive at a party - |
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A door opens to |
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the smooth hum of voices |
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mixed with throbbing rock music. |
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"Try this, Jack." - a hit of acid |
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numbs my tongue. |
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I discover life - I think |
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I become a dragon. |
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Stand in a corner |
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spurting laughter at everyone |
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whose lips stretch |
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and faces puke words. |
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"Jack, we have to go...Dwayne spewed." |
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Leroy drops me off |
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in his yellow bomb. |
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The laughter stops |
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inside. My sister squeals |
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covered with green |
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paint. She shouldn't have screamed |
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at me. |
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Night slips through |
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silvery windows |
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to my head bashing and banging |
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the wall. |
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I can't come down; |
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fall into inviting |
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pillows damp from -- |
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I can't stop crying. |
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Someone's holding me |
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Mom never holds me. |
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"Everything will be alright." |
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"Everything will be alright. Every..." |
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I find myself in a hospital bed |
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shivering. |
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The nurse holding me |
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wiping sweaty skin. |
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"Good morning sleepyhead. |
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You've been unconscious for two days." |
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I don't remember |
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hitting a tree |
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at 115 miles per hour. |
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Another scene... |
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I'm eighteen lying in |
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green vomit. |
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An empty bottle of pills |
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and a slug of '151' remains |
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by the bed. Side 1 of |
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"The Dark Side of the Moon" still |
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repeating on my record player, |
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"You run and you run to catch up with the sun |
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but its sinking... |
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I'm falling. |
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What does it mean |
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when you fall in a dream? |
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I have to hold on |
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to something. |
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Sylvia? |
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Sylvia |
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Sylvia. |
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