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Hey citrus, hey liquor |
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I love it when you touch each other |
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Hey whiskey, hey ginger |
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I come to you with rigid fingers |
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I see Judas in the hard eyes of the boys working the corners |
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I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers |
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Hey barroom, hey tavern |
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I find hope in all the souls you gather |
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Hey citrus, hey liquor |
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I love it when we come together |
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I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers |
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I feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the corners |
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I feel Jesus in the tenderness of honest nervous lovers |
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I feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all the powders |
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Lost in fog and love and faithless fear |
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I've had kisses that make |
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Judas seem sincere |
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Lost in fog and love and faithless fear |
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I've had kisses that make |
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Judas seem sincere |
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Lost in fog and love and faithless fear |
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I've had kisses that make |
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Judas seem sincere |
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Lost in fog and love and faithless fear |
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I've had kisses that make |
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Judas seem sincere |
