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Just like the brown bulbs of your eyes |
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The stars are certainly dead |
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But something makes them shine |
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When I hover right above your dark-bed |
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And I know it's not me |
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Illuminating through your face so well-fed |
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But it brightens the |
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Parts of all your skin I ever wanted |
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You are a dark savior |
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I do need saving |
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All our hot behavior |
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Will not deliver me |
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The lilac-breath |
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Is hot and still in |
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The first hours of the evening |
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And what is left |
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In my will when |
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The lilac-breath is leaving |
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You are a dark savior |
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I do need saving |
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All our hot behavior |
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Will not deliver me |
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And what a dangerous drive that was |
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So young and dark |
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Jefferson Avenue |
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I imagined I blew |
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The spark of a bullet |
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Into a tree on Belle Isle |
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While you were steering |
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Your father's giant car |
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I kept hearing |
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Far, far, far away |
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Some childish dirge those |
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Merging semi-trucks would |
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Play |
