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Now, should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen |
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In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen? |
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If love is a bolt from the blue |
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Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw? |
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And that doesn't hold nothing together |
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Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music |
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It's making me sick and I know it's making you sick |
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There's nothing there, it's like eating air |
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It's like drinking gin with nothing else in |
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And that doesn't hold me together |
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But for one crowded hour |
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You were the only one in the room |
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I sailed around all those bumps in the night |
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To your beacon in the gloom |
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I thought I had found my golden September |
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In the middle of that purple June |
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But one crowded hour |
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Would lead to my wreck and ruin |
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Now, I know you like your boys who take their medicine |
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From the bowl of a silver spoon |
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Who run away with the dish and scale the fish |
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By the silvery light of the moon |
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Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb |
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That as far as their bleeding eyes see |
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Is a pleasure pen, meant for them |
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Builded and rent for them, not for the likes of me |
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No, not for the likes of you and me |
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And for one crowded hour |
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You were the only one in the room |
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And I sailed around all those bumps in the night |
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To your beacon in the gloom |
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I thought I had found my golden September |
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In the middle of that purple June |
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But one crowded hour |
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Would lead to my wreck and ruin |
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O but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land |
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She takes into hers, my hand |
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She says, "Boy, I know you're lying |
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O but then so am I!" |
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And to this I said, "O well" |
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Well put me in a cage full of lions, I'll learn to speak lion |
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In fact I know the language well |
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I picked it up while I was versing myself |
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In the languages they speak in hell |
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That night that silence gave birth to a baby |
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But they took it away to her silent dismay |
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And they raised it to be lady |
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Now she can't keep her mouth shut |
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And for one crowded hour |
| [03:36.43] |
You were the only one in the room |
| [03:39.69] |
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night |
| [03:43.40] |
To your beacon in the gloom |
| [03:45.85] |
I thought I had found my golden September |
| [03:49.26] |
In the middle of that purple June |
| [03:52.35] |
But one crowded hour |
| [03:55.06] |
Would lead to my wreck and ruin |
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Yes, that one crowded hour |
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You were the only one in the room |
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Well, I played a few songs for those bumps in the night |
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In fact, I played this very tune |
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But you said, "What is this six-stringed instrument |
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But an adolescent loom?" |
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And one crowded hour |
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Would lead to my wreck and ruin |
