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One day you're going to have to face |
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A deep dark truthful mirror |
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And it's going to tell you things that i still love you too much to say |
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The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron |
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And you fell all around the town until you looked the same |
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The same eyes, the same lips, the same lie from |
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Your tongue trips |
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Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror |
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Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror |
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Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts ring to the boots of roustabouts |
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But you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere |
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You chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed |
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On a fiberglass tumbleweed |
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You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same |
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So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks |
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They set him up, set him up on the stool |
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He falls down, falls down like a drunk |
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And you drink 'til you drool |
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And it's his story you'll flatter |
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You'll stretch him out like a saint |
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But the canvas that he splattered will be the |
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Picture that you never paint |
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A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick |
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A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it? |
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'cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand, |
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Jesus wept he felt abandoned |
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You're spellbound baby there's no doubting that |
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Did you ever see a stare like a persian cat? |
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