As you tear and tear your hair from roots
Now, a lock of hair you said would prove
But I talk in the mirror
You offer only one reply
I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess
Seems artificial, like a TV set
You'd always be there, where are you now?
Let the funeral start, hear the casket close
Always one sided, nothing is clear
You said you hate my suffering, and you understood
I didn't want to tell you this
Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
All those mornings watching you get ready for school
The laughter pours from under doors in this house
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Yet another clumsy chord
Our love would never die
But there was once you
But left to hang like yarn and twine
I remember everything, the words we spoke on freezing South Street
This weight would now be satisfied
But now we speak with ruined tongues
I'm gonna give you only one reply
From that same head that you have twice removed
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Of that same head you've twice removed
Dangling before my eyes
Except we keep coming back
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone
You know not what you do
The pleasure that my sadness brings
I don't understand that sound no more
The phone slips from a loose grip
To this meaning that I lack
As my fingers press onto the strings
Something about those bright colors
Now, a lock of hair you said would prove
Would always make you feel better
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh
Thank you and hang up the phone
To the stranger that appears
Words were missed, then some apology
This weight, it must be satisfied
And you'd take care of me
Our conversations are circles
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The plans were never finalized
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Or just not live
He says "The choices were given"
But do you want that?
Our love would never die, well, ha ha ha
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
Let's pin split black ribbon to your overcoat
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
And now, you must live them
And I sing and sing of awful things
I know not who I am?