A woman's bag weighs as if her life were inside
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Between a book she never wants to finish
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And other tricks to stop time
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There's a photo of her from a year ago she put away
Because she didn't like herself
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But looking at it now she realizes
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That she was beautiful but didn't know it
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Knows her hands and only she can reach in
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Hidden in a pocket there's that trip
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She's wanted to take all her life
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Millions of receipts, the useless anesthetic for her pain
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And stupid guilt for that desire to please
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And if she found in there those days
Of caresses through her hair
She, for just two minutes
Would pay a thousand years
Years spent trying to find again
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The things someone managed to lose
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The urge to smile, to forgive
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The weakness of still being
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The way others want her
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Hardly ever matches what she's living
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She hides her phone, jealous
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Of someone who's calling her
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The usual obsession with forgetting them again
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And in that apparent mess the fear of being alone
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That can reveal her secrets in a moment
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And maybe, absent-mindedly, in yours her life stayed inside
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You who thought there was still
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Some space for another love
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But in a woman's bag there's no room to forget
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And you go where your heart takes you, yeah
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A clipping inside the license
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You've been there a thousand times but
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You've never found anything there
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Nothing that helps you understand
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The meaning of an evening that can't amaze
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The meaning of your remembering and planning
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Forgetting to live now
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Now that a wind rises and sweeps the clouds
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And carries away the winters
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The dust, the doubts and the miracles
You've waited a thousand years
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Years spent trying to find again
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The things someone managed to lose
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The urge to smile, to forgive
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The weakness of still being
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A woman's bag weighs as if my life were inside