Red-eyed behind the rumors
I arrange the morning
to be with you,
talk some more.
Laura Palmer's been killed,
found just after dawn
to say it'd be best if
it's all over.
Tell me about the dead,
the night, frightened of
what you didn't feel.
I didn't know why
I got upset and
you weren't where you were supposed to be.
Please call.
I got up early
just to understand.
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