Where am I tonight? La, da, da
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My hotel room won't remember me
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And this dream will die, die by morning
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And this dream won't remember me
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Awakened by a droning voice
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I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes
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Is it a lady or is it a man
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Humming helicopters through the blades of a fan
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I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes
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I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes
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On my feet to chase it down
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The lights were spokes and rungs away
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I stumbled back and hit the floor
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Long shadows crawl beneath the door
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To a passage so poorly lit
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There's moths flying away from it
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Who am I tonight? La, da, da
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My hotel room won't remember me
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Darkness enter prison girls
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Pushing mops and kicking pails
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Now's my chance
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I clasp my chest
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And declare unto my audience
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I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes
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I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes
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Prison girls are not impressed
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They're the ones that have to clean this mess
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They've traded more for cigarettes
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Than I've managed to express
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Filing past miles long
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The cheek is frozen to the floor
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The prison girls have filled their beds
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Their thoughts too dry above their heads
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I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes
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Prison Girls
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Neko Case |