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Your ghost is in my photographs Your voice is in the Telegraph My hands are holding broken glass, toxic waste, and fire ants Make me another bracelet I still have some of your letters I'll tattoo them later Better late than never You can keep my sweater The remote control, and radio I'll have magazines for breakfast With antidepressants In my dream you walked along An antediluvian blossom covered lane In my dream you walked along An antediluvian blossom covered lane I don't care, how you treat me Good or bad, it all feels the same to me