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I was 13th at the table when the wine was passed around |
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Amid an air of suspicion my glance was meet with callous frowns |
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If I was superstitious I'd be the black cat no one wants hang'n round |
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Dark whispers in the hallway accusations out of bitter mouths |
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Strange figures in the doorway a dog barks a drunkard's laugh |
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There's screaming in the kitchen glass breaks just then the lights go out |
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Let winter chase butterflies |
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Let the child believe in lies |
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Let the road run by my door |
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I can't stay here anymore |
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I won't , I won't turn back at my dreams burning on the side of the road |
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Sometimes it just goes like that |
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Falling or flying , star or stone |
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Close the window I just can't hear the highway anymore |
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Lay beside me and let our fires burn until the dawn |
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Oooooooh, Oooooooh |
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A telephone was ringing a heavy price on the other line |
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Outside the window a comet shoots across the sky |
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Between love and hope and money |
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There's loss and pain and honey |
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So take a spoonful every time |
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And if you don't like what you see |
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Don't come running to me |
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Cause I'm bound to my own way |
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I'm a million miles away |
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I won't I won't turn back see my dreams burning on the side of the road |
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Sometimes it just goes like that |
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Falling or flying , star or stone |
