I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how
Like those Indians lost in the rainforest
Forced to drag burning wood wherever they went
They had had all forgotten how to light a fire
That’s why people od on pills
And jump from the golden gate bridge
Anything to feel weightless again
Those poor lost Indians when the white men found them
Most died of TB the rest went insane
In our motel room you were drinking slice and gin
Reading Moby Dick on the other bed
Remember the first time we slept together
You said it felt like when you learn to float
That's why people OD on pills
And jump from the golden gate bridge
Anything to feel weightless again
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