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Don't expect no favors, nothing in return |
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Tell all your cross-eyed neighbors that it's none of their concern |
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Open the shades Melinda, let in the outside air |
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I'm deep in doubt and I can't get out, and it must be dark in there |
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I wanna walk with you in the morning mist |
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Though I should be home by now |
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And there must be some way outta this |
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I was thinking you'd know how |
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And my judgement may be shaky |
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And my shoes are soaking through |
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'Cause the weeds are wet and I haven't yet made any sense of you |
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All the midnight angels |
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Fold their wings by dawn |
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The same old wild-eyed strangers sit and watch em till they're gone |
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I let the night unravel, forget my vain pursuits |
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"Cept to feel that gray rock gravel |
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On your road beneath my boots |
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I wanna walk with you in the changing light |
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When the shadows twist and play |
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And the ghosts that kept me out all night |
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We can chase em all away |
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And the talk of those that wonder |
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And the talk of those that curse |
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Let em have their thrill, they'll need it |
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We'll be no more for the worse |
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Shine your eyes upon me, whisper long and low |
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Mindful of the longing that we ever more may know |
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Up the ridge on past you, looking down below |
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You can see the stacks of Danville when the clouds don't hang so low |
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Should you take a mind to, won't you join me there |
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Open the shades Melinda, let in the outside air... |
