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The heat is so great |
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It plays tricks with the eye |
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It turns the road to water |
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And then from water to sky |
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And there's a crack in the concrete floor |
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And it starts at the sink |
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There's a bathroom in a gas station |
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And I've locked myself in it to think |
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And back in the city |
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The sun bakes the trash on the curb |
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The men are pissing in doorways |
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And the rats are running in herds |
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I got a dream with your face in it |
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That scares me awake |
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I put too much on the table |
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Now I got too much at stake |
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And I might let you off easy |
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Yeah I might lead you on |
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I might wait for you to look for me |
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And then I might be gone |
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There's where I come from and |
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Where I'm going |
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And I am lost in between |
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I might go up to that phone booth |
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And leave a veiled invitation |
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On your machine |
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And you'll stop me, won't you |
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If you've heard this one before |
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The one where I surprise you |
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By showing up at your front door |
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Saying let's not ask what's next, |
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Or how, or why |
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I am leaving in the morning |
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So let's not be shy |
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The door opens |
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The room winces |
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The housekeeper comes in |
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Without a warning |
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I squint at the muscular motel light |
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And say, hey, good morning |
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As she jumps her keys jingle |
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And she leaves as quickly |
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As she came in |
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And I roll over and taste the pillow with my grin |
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Well, the sheets are twisted and damp |
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The heat is so great |
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And I swear I can feel the mattress |
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Sinking underneath your weight |
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Oh sleep is like a fever |
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And I'm glad when it ends |
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And the road flows like a river |
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And pulls me around every bend |
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And you'll stop me, won't you... |
