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"Beauty lies, lost in the eyes, of another's dream" Kim on Beauty's in the Eye.
"Sunday comes and Sunday goes, Sunday always seems to move so slow to me, and here she comes again." Thurston renders the sublime succintly.
"Are you famous under the skin, familiar with the things you wanted? Able now to take it all in, makin' peace with every hole in the story?" Lee on NYC Ghosts & Flowers, serious as a gosh-darn heart attack
These lyrics don't strike me as SY's pinnacle of songwriting talent or anything, it's just uncanny stuff the stays with me after listening. So forgive me for failing to submit the greatest lyric.
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