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he hounds are running in the alley-way below |
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underlining all her sins |
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across the alley |
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there is a rented room |
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there is a girl |
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I watch I watch her |
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yellow cotton curtains |
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the tiles are black and white |
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why are you home early? |
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is this another one of those nights? |
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straighten up the lilacs |
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straighten up your hair |
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over to the mirror |
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what do you see there? |
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you know why he is living |
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on a separate street away from you |
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usually you can forget |
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but tonight the hounds they get to you |
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the hounds are running in the alley-way below.... |
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underlining all her sins |
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magnets in the mirror |
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usually you croon |
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but tonight you are no beauty |
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in your rented room |
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he knows why he is living |
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on a separate street away from you |
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usually he can forget |
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but tonight the hounds they get to him |
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the mirror shows a man in a chair |
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she sees him sway |
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he's falling to the floor |
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his lines they crack away |
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who is this man? |
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you know him you know him you know him |
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his being is your being |
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his scent is on your skin |
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his mind is on your mind |
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his breathing is your breathing |
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so she goes to her own chair |
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I see her sway |
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she's falling to the floor |
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her lines they crack away |
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she shatters on the tiles |
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like the mirror that she shatters |
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like the mirror that she shadows |
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the street it's night it's dark |
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I cannot see too well |
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but a fog descended on her room |
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that much I can tell |
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and every drop of water |
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drew salts across her soul, Lord |
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and every bead of water |
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made the beaded bodies roll |
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a cat stopped by to listen |
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'til her breathing ceased to toil |
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and on a separate street |
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well, that man he ceased to moil |
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yellow dawn is yellowing |
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now I can see the girl |
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now I can see her face |
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on the tiles I see her curled |
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breeze - it blows the curtains |
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across the wayward tiles |
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across the sleeping ones |
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on separate streets - I have to smile |
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they still will not understand |
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why they awaken so new |
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but their sleep was close to...holy |
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my darlings |
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we're watching over you |
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across the alley |
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there is a rented room |
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there is a girl |
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I watch I watch her |
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I watch I watch her |
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We watch We watch her |
