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Love came to my door |
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With a sleeping roll |
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And a madman's soul |
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He thought for sure I'd seen him |
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Dancing up a river in the dark |
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Looking for a woman |
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To court and spark |
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He was playing on the sidewalk |
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For passing change |
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When something strange happened |
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Glory train passed through him |
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So he buried the coins he made |
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In People's Park |
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And went looking for a woman |
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To court and spark |
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It seemed like he read my mind |
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He saw me mistrusting him |
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And still acting kind |
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He saw how I worried sometimes |
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I worry sometimes |
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"All the guilty people," he said |
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They've all seen the stain |
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On their daily bread |
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On their christian names |
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I cleared myself |
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I sacrificed my blues |
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And you could complete me |
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I'd complete you |
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His eyes were the color of the sand |
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And the sea |
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And the more he talked to me |
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The more he reached me |
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But I couldn't let go of L.A. |
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City of the fallen angels |
