take care
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she will fall on you like winter
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you don¡¯t hear a thing but the beating of wings
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as the lights go out
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there you are
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standing in the doorway
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with a cigarette
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you say, ¡°hey rock n¡¯ roll. did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just playing the fool?
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that shame is mine, ya know I've done it too.¡±
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19¡¯s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22
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she will come
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to any whispered invitation
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try to send her away, she did not come here to play
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she is not leaving empty handed
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there we are
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there we are
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you say time isn¡¯t mine
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to save or to waste
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but i might stick around till the season changes shoes
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the fortunate ones will always get to choose
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19¡¯s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22
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take care, she¡¯ll rub off on you like weather
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you won¡¯t hear a thing but the beating of wings
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there you are
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Bluefish
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Gary Jules |