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Hey when the need becomes too strong or long |
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And drawn out for me to take |
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Like a cigarette burn to the fleshy turbines of my heart |
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That faded afternoon floats breezily into my memory |
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Cool shafts of light appear and |
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I'm left here |
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Standing naked on my own |
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Your voice is small on my voice mail system |
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A million miles away |
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But if I turned it off |
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I would not hear the little things you say "The world must chill" |
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And like a king |
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I ring up old acquaintances |
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It's like the man says "I ain't here on business" |
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It's all work anyway |
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On any other day |
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They say the light has got no equal |
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On any other day |
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The date's irrelevant but she was drunk |
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In the heat of the |
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June night |
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The faces in the windows - shouts rang out |
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Into dawn's early light |
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The flailing arms and scrambling eggs |
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I fled On my two shambling legs "I gotta go" |
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I said - they both looked dead |
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On any other day |
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On any other day |
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They say the light has got no equal |
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On any other day |
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On any other day |
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On any other day |
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They say the light has got no equal |
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On any other day |
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The fire blazed away |
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The kitchen porch was all that remained |
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And I'm out here alone - beat up and pissed |
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Until this very day |
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That old hotel rang back in fuzzy time |
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And I was ravaged to the bone |
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Your voice got smaller 'til |
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I realized |
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It was gone |
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On any other day |
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They'd say the light has got no equal |
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On any other day |
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On any other day |
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I swear the light has got no equal |
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On any other day |
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I realize |
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I realize |
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It was gone |
