Sarasvati

	  		
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   You are Sanskrit on my skin. 
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Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper. 
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 Name yourself sinner, I only play for pennies, 
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And I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness. 
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I play for dead things. 



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Pull the bones from their sockets, 
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Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant. 




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Sarasvati saw me to sleep. 
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I rested my head against the knees 
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And the music I like rose up and down 
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Like bobbing bodies in the river bend. 




And they say, 
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