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Oh, the gentlemen are talking |
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And the midnight moon is on the riverside |
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They're drinking up and walking |
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And it is time for me to slide |
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I live in another world |
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Where life and death are memorized |
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Where the earth is strung with lover's pearls |
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And all I see are dark eyes |
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A cock is crowing far away |
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And another soldier's deep in prayer |
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Some mother's child has gone astray |
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And she can't find him anywhere |
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But I can hear another drum |
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Beating for the dead that rise |
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Whom nature's beast fears as they come |
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And all I see are dark eyes |
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They tell me to be discreet |
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For all intended purposes |
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They tell me revenge is sweet |
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And from where they stand, I'm sure it is |
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But I feel nothing for their game |
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Where beauty goes unrecognized |
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All I feel is heat and flame |
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And all I see are dark eyes |
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Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise |
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And a drunken man is at the wheel |
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Hunger pays a heavy price |
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To the falling gods of speed and steel |
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Oh, time is short and the days are sweet |
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And passion rules the arrow that flies |
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A million faces at my feet |
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And all I see are dark eyes |