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Were you asleep in the chair |
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As the sound cracked in the air |
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And the scent of the fire |
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Drifted out through the hall |
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Did I sleep in your bed |
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Or the room next to yours |
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Did the drugs cloud my head |
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And so leave me unclear |
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Here's what you were |
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Here's how I remember you |
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With your robe open wide |
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And your mouth to the side |
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They couldn't see where you clutched |
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Your golden son's image |
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They could see how you tried |
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to regain your ridiculous pride |
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But you failed then you died |
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With your dignity laid open |
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Right here's where you disappear |
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But here's how I will always see you |
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You ride in your white Cadillac |
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You ride through the crowd |
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Like a warrior |
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But they turn and look down |
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And they walk away |
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From your beautiful lie |
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And your absurd and malignant |
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Expectations |
