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This crustacean of mine has a tiger grip on the sand

When he feels the sun shift he changes his heart

Singin' doo-doo-doo, one two three

But I loved you first (when I first met love)

Man, it's floating arms were stolen by the crashing sea

And as he says it, "I was tossled by the idiot wind"



The ugly chords that played woke me up

as I wasted away in my dreams

You played it dear

The song of the year.



In its own tracks, the blood-shed had relations with my hand

I'm convicted, now take me away



Night bones we are alone as we live in this north sky

Crawl away with just one hollow day

The grain, the rock, the waves



And since you are no longer my midnight

Rosemary, be as still.



And since I am no longer shaken

history, be as it whatever you may.