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Clapton |
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What are you up to Sylvia? |
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You've been sneaking downtown with your mother's drugs, |
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The dreams in the doll's house |
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Have taken their toll, |
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What you need is a man with a little control, |
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The lines you keep quoting |
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Just get more obscure, |
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You've even got me feeling insecure; |
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CHORUS: |
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Don't you step in dark spaces, |
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Don't you go drifting into strange places, |
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Don't you step in dark spaces - |
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DARK SPACES |
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Let's talk it over,Sylvia, |
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Why did you steal all those hospital rugs? |
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Doctor Freud has designs of real cruelty, |
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But those rugs cannot be your security; |
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I hear ambulance sirens just a few blocks away, |
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And I don't know what it is you expect me to say - |
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Don't you step in dark spaces, |
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Don't you go drifting into strange places, |
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Don't you step in dark spaces - |