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i got sympathy for dead voices curdling the same old shivers singing familiar words i've only got to electrify your memory to rekindle... ...i got pictures of you before you cut your hair when that impish smile was hiding something other than ill use... ...sing i still do in dreams on sunday you pretty thing come waltzing back but i'm not sorry... © 1998, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |