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Versuri Straight lines
- Suzanne Vega

There's a sound
Across the alley
Of cold metal
Touching skin.

And you can see
If you look in her window
That she has gone and cut
Her hair again.

In straight lines
Straight lines.

Those soft golden lights in the morning
Are now on her wooden floor
The wind has swept them through the apartment
She don't need them
Any more
Any more
Any more..

She's cut down
On her lovers
Though she still dreams
Of them at night.

She's growing straight lines
Where once were flowers

She is streamlined
She is taking the shade down
From the light.

To see the straight lines
Straight lines.

She wants to cut through the circles
That she has lived in before
She wants to finally kill the delusions
She won't need them
Any more
Any more
Any more..

But there's a sound
Across the alley
Of cold metal
Too close to the bone.

And you can see
If you look in her window
The face of a woman
Finally alone.

Behind straight lines
Straight lines