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It's my father's voice dreaming of |
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Sailors sailing off in the morning |
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for the air-conditioned rooms |
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at the top of the stairs |
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His jaw's been broken |
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his bandage is wrapped too tight |
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his fangs have been pulled |
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and i really want to see you tonight |
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There's Bourbon on the breath |
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of the singer you love so much |
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He takes all his words from the books |
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that you don't read anyway |
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His jaw's been broken |
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his bandage is wrapped too tight |
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My fangs have been pulled |
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and I really want to see you tonight |
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Someone ties a bow |
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in my backyard to show me love |
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My voice is climbing walls |
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smoking and i want love |
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My jaw's been broken |
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My heart is wrapped in ice |
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My fangs have been pulled |
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and i really want to see you tonight |
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And it makes no difference to me |
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how they cried all over overseas |
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It's hot in the poor places tonight |
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I'm not going outside |
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They cried all over overseas |
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It makes no difference to me |
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It's hot in the poor places tonight |
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I'm not going outside |
