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