Dear Ramona

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An air of self-delusion that no two arms could ever contain
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This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain
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She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at night
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However she might be spending her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors
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But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
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She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
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Not to no one
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My dear ramona
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Born in some unnatural state that no one father would claim
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This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one's ever seen her play
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She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark coffee at night
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Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read about that in her Moleskine
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But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
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She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
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Not to no one
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My dear ramona