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A NIGHT THIS SIDE OF DYING |
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by Carole King & David Palmer |
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I remember one young sister with rainbows in her eyes |
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Standing on the corner with the afternoon's supply |
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She spoke of other places, perhaps a better road |
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Then she asked if I could tell her where they |
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kept the mother lode |
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Like a night this side of dying |
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Her day's inside the dropper on the shelf |
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When she hears her lifeline crying |
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Not a thing you say can stop her |
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When she just can't stop herself |
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I remember that July, the panic and the heat |
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The savage shine of summer, the trychnine in the street |
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The way thay sold each other for a favor in glassine |
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The best of friends sold brothers for a |
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dime of quinine dreams |
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Like a night this side of dying |
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Her day's inside the dropper on the shelf |
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Like the shelter she's been buying |
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Not a thing I've got can save her |
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When she just can't save herself |
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She just can't save herself |