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Everything comes and goes marked by lovers and styles of clothes |
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Things that you held high and told yourself were true |
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Lost or changin' as the days come down to you |
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Down to you, constant stranger, you're a kind person |
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You're a cold person too, it's down to you |
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Go down to the pick up station craving warmth and beauty |
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You settle for less than fascination |
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Few drinks later you're not so choosy |
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And the closing lights strip off the shadows |
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On this strange new flesh you've found |
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Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf |
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You hurry, to the blackness and the blankets |
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To lay down an impression and your loneliness |
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In the morning there are lovers in the street they look so high |
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You brush against a stranger and you both apologize |
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Old friends seem indifferent you must have brought that on |
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Old bonds have broken down, love is gone, ooh, love is gone |
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Written on your spirit this sad song, love is gone |
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Everythin' comes and goes, pleasure moves on too early |
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And trouble leaves too slow, just when you're thinkin' |
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You've finally got it made bad news comes knockin' |
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At your garden gate, knockin' for you |
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Constant stranger, you're a brute, you're an angel |
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You can crawl, you can fly too, it's down to you |
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It all comes down to you |