Pete's Songs in a Bottle 

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There is a Strange Incompleteness without You

bits and pieces, fragmentation
overall disorientation
unfulfilment something shocking
jigsaw-pieces not interlocking
I swear to all those gods above it's true
that there is a strange incompleteness without you

windows broken and unmending
all at sea and at a loose ending
like a twin without a brother
only one half, lacking another
I swear to all those gods above it's true
that there is a strange inompleteness without you

I'm a mannequin standing undressed
I'm a button remaining unpressed
I'm a pallette of oil-paint with only a deep Prussian blue

like a teapot with no spout on
like a soapbox no-one will shout on
like a needle-eye unthreaded
or a bird that's lost where it's headed
I swear to all those gods above it's true
that there is a strange incompleteness without you

like a keyboard with no keys on
or a nose with nothing to sneeze on
like a number with no factors
or a Shakespeare play with no actors
I swear to all those gods above it's true
that there is a strange incompleteness without you

Im a cola without any fizz
I'm a gee with no following wizz
I'm a shoelace that's knotted so tightly it will not undo

lika a brussel with no sprouting
or a tile without any grouting
like a jet that's got no hissing
patently there's something that's missing
I swear to all those gods above it's true
that there is a strange incompleteness without you

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