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And so he offers her his coat |
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In return for her devotion |
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For he loves her like a boat |
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That he keeps out on the ocean |
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He says I'll tell you lover |
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That I don't need no others arms at all |
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But as he fixes her a look |
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All the innocence that she mistook for charm |
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Dies in the vacuum of his startling deep emotion |
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There's violence out tonight |
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There's violence out tonight |
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There's violence out tonight, tonight |
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There's violence out tonight |
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As they step into the dark |
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Only moonlight hides his treason |
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And as the shadows skip like sharks |
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Through the gasps of air between them |
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She says becalm your hands, boy |
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I thought restraint was now your sentiment of choice |
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But as his fingers strike her blouse |
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All the words that he espoused lie deftly scattered on the ground |
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Amidst the buttons he's torn open |
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There's violence out tonight |
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There's violence out tonight, tonight |
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In every room, in every heart |
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In every moment you discard |
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There's violence out tonight, tonight |
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And so she stalks the stolid streets, debased |
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A tepid flickering of street lights |
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Wipes the grief across her face |
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Since she wears upon her brow |
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The ragged gape of alienation |
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That will follow her around |
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And like for every victim |
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It seems the pain will not subtract or even calm |
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All this protracted by a state |
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In which the poor conviction rate for rape can often leave a woman |
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Feeling more at blame than able |
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To talk about violence tonight |
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To talk about violence tonight, tonight |
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In every moment, every room |
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In every word that you consume |
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In every second, every chance |
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In every twisting of romance |
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In every momentary embrace |
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In every moment of your face |
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There's violence out tonight, tonight |
