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Her death has nothing to do with my weightlessness,
Or the shape of my hands
On the line that I'm keeping to be re-informed
I'm still waiting for plans to get by

I'll feed at the usual pace
But it's coming to be the lack of good taste
That I'm using to see that I can be reborn
If I'm reckless and wrong and I'm quickly erased

Her death has nothing to do with it
Promise me next and be through with it
Later you'll want something more than it's going to be, or what's coming to me

Her death has nothing to do with me
She was merely awake and cut through to me
(2nd time: Promise me next and be through with me)
Her death has nothing to do with what's going to be or what's coming to me

Her death has nothing to do with the usual waste
Though I've much more to lose and the back of my face
Is beginning to peel
I imagine the worst and forget what to feel

Her death has nothing to do with my anger with you
I'm afraid I don't need what this fix gave before
And I don't know what more I can say to you

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from So Whaddaya Think?, released November 14, 2002

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Mark Lint Madison, Wisconsin

Catchy, homespun tunes ranging in style from power pop to folk ballads to alt country, laced with a sense of the absurd.

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