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I am the reason that you run |
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Piss drunk with the one, |
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Giving faith to you |
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You say you drank her eyes like wine |
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They played like violins, |
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Led you to the truth |
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The medium she paints with |
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Has blossomed in your eyes |
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Like the freedom songs |
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That slaves sang |
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To drown away their cries |
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She's taken your heart from you |
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The city it holds a certain smell |
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Gets trapped inside your lungs, |
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Gives you peace of mind |
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She holds a piece of your mind |
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And says you'll have it back |
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If you stay with her awhile |
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The harpist chord she plays, |
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She plays without a miss |
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You have felt nothing like it |
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Since the days that we were kids |
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The art of confusion |
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Kept our feelings hid |
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She has opened you up somehow |
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Now your drink doesn't call your name |
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You have given up destruction |
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For a brand new game |
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She's leaving for the heavens |
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You'd better catch her if you can |
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Some images are sure to shake you up |
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Blessed is the man |
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Who hasn't had enough |
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I am sure you will try |
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And press your luck |
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But she will bring you down, |
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From the ninth cloud to the ground |
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She will write you sonnets |
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On a napkin stained with kicks |
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You'll say you haven't got yours, |
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She will show you what you've missed |
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And point to a man in the corner, |
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Clenching his fists |
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Wasting his life away |
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You will feel better if you sleep |
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The sandman's heroin |
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Will bring you deep |
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She will be waiting there for you |
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To take your withered hands, |
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And in her hands she'll keep |
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She will tell you stories |
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Of those singers in her day |
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Before those fakers came |
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And took it all away |
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She will smile |
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And her eyes will seem to say |
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"Do you remember |
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When times were good?" |
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Nothing will ever be the same again |
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You will never find a closer friend |
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She's leaving for the station |
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You'd better catch her if you can |
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The midnight madness will eat you up |
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Chew you up and spit you out |
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She will pick you off the ground |
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Off the sidewalks of this town |
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She will take you to the river |
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And she'll baptize you |
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With her grace |
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You will find a cure to sadness |
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In the valleys of her face |
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She will make something of beauty |
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From this filthy place |
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And lay it by your bed. |
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You will feel like you've just been born |
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Deep inside you |
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There's this aching warmth |
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She's leaving for the city |
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You'd better catch her if you can |
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