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Ramona, come closer |
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Shut softly your watery eyes |
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The pangs of your sadness |
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Will pass as your senses will rise |
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The flowers of the city |
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Though breathlike, get deathlike at times |
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And there's no use in tryin' |
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To deal with the dyin' |
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Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
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Your cracked country lips |
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I still wish to kiss |
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As to be by the strength of you skin |
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Your magnetic movements |
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Still capture the minutes I'm in |
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But it grieves my heart, love |
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To see you tryin' to be a part of |
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A world that just don't existv It's all just a dream, babe |
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A vacuum, a scheme, babe |
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That sucks you into feelin' like this. |
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I can see that your head |
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Has been twisted and fed |
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With worthless foam from the mouth |
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I can tell you are torn |
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Between stayin' and returnin' |
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Back to the South |
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You've been fooled into thinking |
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That the finishin' end is at hand |
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Yet there's no one to beat you |
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No one to defeat you |
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'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad |
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I've heard you say many times |
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That you're better 'n no one |
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And no one is better 'n you |
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If you really believe that |
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You know you have |
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Nothing to win and nothing to lose |
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From fixtures and forces and friends |
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Your sorrow does stem |
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That hype you and type you |
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Making you feel |
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That you gotta be just like them. |
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I'd forever talk to you |
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But soon my words |
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They would turn into a meaningless ring |
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For deep in my heart |
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I know there is no help I can bring |
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Everything passes |
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Everything changes |
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Just do what you think you should do |
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And someday, maybe |
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Who knows, baby |
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I'll come and be cryin' to you. |
