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Marfa

I heard the t-t-ticking
We stood in our underwear
Drinking juice glasses of tequila
In Liz Taylor’s kitchen
My baby face was thinning
My words were getting nebulous
Do you think Richard stood where you are
Looking as hungry as you do now
Draw the curtains, my dear
And come for me like Antony

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