These things crawl across my floor
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I can't use them anymore
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There's a heaven in her band
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Alleluias in my hand
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All my patience love's inside
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She just climbed the stage and died
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Lights that rose and fell again
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Songs that thinned out near the end
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Oh, her voice trailed off in the end
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Though your miles are more than mine
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The things I've taken in a bind
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It's for certain it's for sure
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I've no use for them no more
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Making room within one's self
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For another's songs to help
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And it all comes back to me
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As I walk hungover down the street
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Oh, and it all comes back to me
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And it all comes back to me
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And it all comes back to me
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And it all comes back to me
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As I walk hungover down the street
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She's a mother in disguise
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I look different in her skies
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But it's morning so I say
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Here's a big red letter day
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Her skin's like whitewash like skim milk
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Her words sing softly just like silk
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There are some things I've got to say
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She won't understand anyway
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There are miles between our hearts
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There's salvation in false starts
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I'm forsaken in the end
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I'm forsaken in the end
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I'm forsaken in the end
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I'm forsaken in the end...
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Torch Singer
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Buffalo Tom |