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Backs against the wall,
Got to escape this headache.
They say I should take something for it-
And Iím tempted to listen

As I wait for Lady Luck,
I see only Lady Fuck-
A violin with a bow,
Thatís shooting arrows in the snow.
Broken, mended in that order,
Jigsaw puzzles without borders.

So run, run, run,
To the tallest mountain top,
With but a step to leap off,
Into your eyes, into your arms
And fall perfectly into place,
Except for that mirror in my face.

One last look into your eyes,
Retreat from your embrace.
Shudder and turn away.

And run, run, run,
To the darkest valley bottom.
Be unseen and forgotten,
Where shadows cast no reflection,
Who taints affections touch,
With egos brush.

Oh to run, run, run,
With sweet wind against my back,
Blown with the bow once lacked-
Driving windward, leeward, unto you,
As ashes then phoenix, reborn anew.
A wing upon feather-A love that is true.

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