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She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost |
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From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross |
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I was playing a show in miami in the theater of divine comedy |
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Told about jesus, told about the rain |
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She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain |
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By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy |
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Was she a child or a woman, |
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I can't say which |
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From one to another she could to easily switch |
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We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach |
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Could I been used and played as a pawn? |
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It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on |
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Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech |
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And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico |
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Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire |
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And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free |
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Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire |
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She looked into my soul through the clothes that |
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I woreShe said, "we got a mutual friend over by the doorAnd you know he's got our best interest in mind." |
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He was well connected but her heart was a snare |
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And she had left him to die in there |
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There were payments due and he was a little behind |
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The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head |
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Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed |
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Street band playing "nearer my God to thee." |
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We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring |
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She said, "i know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thingYou can do about it, so let us just agree to agree." |
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And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico |
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Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire |
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And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free |
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Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire |
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Atlantic city by the cold grey sea |
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I hear a voice crying, "daddy," |
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I always think it's for me |
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But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call |
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Every new messenger brings evil report' |
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Bout armies on the march and time that is short |
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And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls |
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Would I have married her? |
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I don't know, |
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I supposeShe had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes |
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But I kept hearing my name and |
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I had to be movin' on |
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I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin |
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I saw a house in the country being torn from within |
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I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond |
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And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico |
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Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire |
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And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free |
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Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire |
