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I'm looking more like my mother
I was so struck and waiting for it
I was so sure of my barely bending knees
And nobody cared for more
It does no good to talk about anything
It does no good to tell you I'm wounded, babe
It's not the things they discover
It's in the way we try to cover with ground
I made you cry, finger darling
I was so sure and never right
I was the tongue that's telling you that somebody else is trying
I got no feeling about it at all
And it's all seizing the doubt in love
I got no reason to bury it here
I could go backwards forever
I could be boxed inside and living with doubt
Well, don't blow my cover
It's taken years to make a beautiful shroud
I got no use in talking about anything
And I can tell you it seems to be a horn to me
It does no good to talk about anything