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I was thirteenth at the table |
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When the wine was passed around |
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Amid an air of suspicion |
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My glance was met with callous frowns |
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If I was superstitious |
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I'd be the black cat nobody wants hangin' 'round |
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Dark whispers in the hallway |
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Accusations out of bitter mouths |
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Strange figures in the doorway |
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A dog barks a drunkard's laugh |
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There's screaming in the kitchen |
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A glass breaks just then that the lights go out |
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So let the winter chase butterflies |
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Let the child believe his lies |
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Let the road run past my door |
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I can't stay here anymore |
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And I won't, I won't turn back |
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To see my dream burning on the side of the road |
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'Cause sometimes it just goes like that |
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Falling or flying, star or stone |
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Close the window I just can't hear the highway anymore |
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Lay beside me and let our fire burn until the dawn |
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Ooh |
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Ooh |
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Telephone was ringing |
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A heavy price on the line |
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Outside a window |
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A comet shoots across the sky |
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Between love and hope and money, there's loss and pain and honey |
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So take a spoonful every time |
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And if you don't like what you see |
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Don't come running to me |
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'Cause I'm bound to my own way |
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I'm one million miles away |
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And I won't, I won't turn back |
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See my dream burning on the side of the road |
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'Cause sometimes it just goes like that |
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Falling or flying, star or stone |
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No I won't, I won't turn back |
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To see my dream burning on the side of the road |
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'Cause sometimes it just goes like that |
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Falling or flying, star or stone |
