One Sunday

And you wake me on a Sunday
 And you sit me up in bed
 And you talk in only whispers
 And you praise the day ahead
 And you throw me your old sweater
 And you get me in my pants
 And you help me tie a shoelace
 When you tell me of your plan
 And you put me on the subway
 And you hold my head up high
 And you nod at sad-eyed widows
 And you watch the clouds roll by
 And you walk me to the harbor
 And you take me by the hand
 And you lead me through the market
 Past the bonbon stand
 And you point at starving seagulls
 And you imitate their sound
 And you trick me to the river
 Where there's no one else around
 And you pull me in the water
 And you kiss me on cocaine
 And you push and keep me under
 And change the kind of pain
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 And you take me from the harbor
 In your arms and in your hands
 And you lead me through the market
 And you pass the bonbon stand
 And you put me on the subway
 And you hold my head up high
 And you smile at dressy Christians
 While their kids play in the aisle
 And you tip the morning desk clerk
 And you lay me back in bed
 And you say I'm more than welcome
 And you leave me there
 More alive than dead