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I never met your castanets |
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I never met them Spanish singers |
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said you drank with them |
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in a Hamburg bar |
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drank all night |
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though they were younger |
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and in the taxi home |
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you lost your phone |
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but you say, you're better off without it |
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I never lose, my temper anymore |
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but I know just where to find it |
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there are moments of grace |
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in the heat of the chase |
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more heat than light |
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a freeway overpass, in the fog |
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the future catches, up with us quickly |
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and though the sky is what I... wish I saw |
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I'll settle for your memory |
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crippled pigeons |
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earthquake stores |
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gypsies point you to the door |
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terra cotta traces |
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I remember all the towns |
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but not the faces |
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there are moments of grace |
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in the heat of the chase |
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more heat than light |
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tremblin' hands |
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tremblin' knees |
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the shiverin' of souls |
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the surrenderin' of greed |
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your friends all told me, that you |
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knew what you were doin' |
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silk or cedar |
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ivory of bone |
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not a single kiss is worth a stone |
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unless we say it is |
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unless we pray it is |
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come on, and say it is |
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|: more heat than light :| |