<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=74562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sugar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the vermont transit bus I leaned my arm into alittle chink of sun,<br>Going somewhere older than I was,<br>Strapped into something tight, keeping me small.<br>I dug into you like rock climbing;<br>Too scared of coming down,<br>Too scared of going up,<br>Too scared of rockface.<br>I shouldve split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something,<br>But I was good, and your fathers little pancakes<br>So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight,<br>Laughing in wrong places, kissing you,<br>Kissing up, kissing too soon.<br>When the cock crows<br>When the morning comes where will I go? <br>When the cock crows<br>When the love is gone where will I go? <br>And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and<br>I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and i<br>Stopped your father and bled instead.<br>And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside,<br>A bitter wind in my throat,<br>Stopping me wanting,<br>In my stomach, in my head and you said<br>Sugar sugar, you couldnt come come<br>Sugar sugar, without your mother<br>Sugar sugar, you couldnt taste it<br>Sugar sugar, in my throat.<br>When the cock crows<br>When the morning comes where will I go? <br>When the cock crows<br>When the love is gone where will I go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Heather Nova - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=74562" data-title="Sugar" data-description="On the vermont transit bus I leaned my arm into alittle chink of sun, Going somewhere older than I was, Strapped into something tight, keeping me small. I dug into you like rock climbing; Too scared of coming down, Too scared of going up, Too scar..."></div> </div> </div>

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