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What this night wants is what it gets, |
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Strung in silken knots, |
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Lit by cigarettes flaring side by side, |
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With the streets all wet, |
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As the only thing that's bright. |
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And I don't need to cross that bridge. |
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I find I'm swinging or sailing |
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Over the pit tonight. |
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I'm hanging from a hit |
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Tonight was wild enough |
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To order up and toss across my lips. |
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What's making all my tears |
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Is taking all my fears away. |
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But I don't need to cry, |
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Cause now I'm clear. |
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|
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A moth that's swerving through the sage. |
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A creature crashing from a cage. |
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A shadow vaporized by a new sun ray. |
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A day she spends the night, and I can hear her sighing |
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As she's almost asleep on one side, |
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I lie back on my pillow and ask what her husband is like. |
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And she says, "I smile polite, |
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And I tip and tithe, |
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And I see the sights with a well-trained eye. |
| [03:25.95] |
But I calmly cry, |
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Cause I'm too much mine without him. |
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I lie, reclined where the room is quiet, |
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And it's quiet at night. |
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The soft silk is fine |
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And the waves are white, |
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But the wind has died without him. |
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And I scream my smiles, |
| [03:52.18] |
And I want my wires and I need my stripes. |
| [03:56.24] |
And I read the lines until I lid my eyes, |
| [04:00.79] |
And I'm losing time without him." |
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And she says, "I ignite inside |
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And I flash with fire |
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And I limp from life |
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And I'm blazing blind |
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And I'm surging live |
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I give up my mind |
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When with him. |
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And then every dream inside turns to flames, |
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Fades to grey, and is dying. |
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And the smoke rises into a white, blank, bare, broke-open sky." |
