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By the time I heard your cold cries |
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I was out of the museum |
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Running west by the park |
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And I could barely sketch your face in case |
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Your gusto growls off of the page |
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I don't remember what you look like anymore |
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Howling at the moon |
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With those Larry Hagman blues |
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One dance then a blue |
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And stay with me all night, my honey child |
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Will warm beads drip on my hand |
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From your waist? |
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Will it taste like the collisions |
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We played out in the dark? |
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Go run alone under the trees that grew out |
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Over the river, a very English summer |
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Ashen, well, I'm howling at the moon |
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With those Larry Hagman blues |
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A quick step and a few |
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Can't resolve I'm not into the night |
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I can't even see the point, Kim, I never had enough |
