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Dust cloud coming off an old dirt road |
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That leads up here to this little graveyard |
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Seven lights in a perfect row |
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Under each light is a police car |
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Just because you say it doesn't make it true |
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You can say that |
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I'm guilty man |
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I just don't care |
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You can burn my body black |
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Just don't make me go back to |
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Jackson Square |
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I met you on |
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Decatur Street |
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With your little bare feet and your violin |
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I was walking by with my guitar in my hand |
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You smiled at me and |
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I jumped right in |
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Before I knew it you were all |
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I knewEvery moment together was an answered prayer |
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After a while we had some money saved up |
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And we rented a room over |
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Jackson Square |
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Then one day everything changed |
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Your eyes got strange, you didn't seem yourself |
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You'd go to tell a story and you'd start out fine |
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Halfway through it you'd be somewhere else |
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And I started having the strangest dream |
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I held a string and looked up in the air |
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And you were glowing with the strangest light |
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Drifting out of sight over |
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Jackson Square |
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Life is something that you can't control |
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When you try to hold onto it, it makes you let go |
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Things are not like they were before |
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I can hear her crying through the bathroom door |
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She says, she hears spirits all around the room |
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And they're telling her things that make her feel scared |
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I have no idea what to do |
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Before we're in over our heads in |
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Jackson Square |
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I woke up with a weight on my chest |
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People were screaming on the street below |
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I reached for you, |
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I was alone in the bed |
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Wind was blowing through an open window |
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Suddenly I was very old |
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In a little boat, absolutely nowhere |
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Staring at the side of the universe |
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And your tiny body down on |
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Jackson Square |
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Now don't tell me that there ain't no end |
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There damn well is and it waits in the wings |
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I see you kneeling there at center stage |
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In your tiny cage made of angel wings |
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While I'm here every night |
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Loading my gun and trying not to go there |
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Anyone who says that life is clear |
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Has never seen a mirror or been to |
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Jackson Square |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
