| When I was a young boy,
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| She used to come to me at night
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| And wait by my window,
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| Just begging to come inside.
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| Now, ever since I was eighteen,
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| She’s been trying to run my life.
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| When she called me to go to her,
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| There was no place I could hide.
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| At the first signs of winter,
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| I went back to be inside.
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| Arms reached out to hold me
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| And I shunned them with denial.
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| Said, «I never cared for you.
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| I was always doing fine.
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| Why did you come back here
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| If you can just watch it fine?»
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| So I ran through the city at night.
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| The sound of her voice
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| Proved a haunting disguise.
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| Soon I was lost -- caught up in the lights.
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| And if I felt empty, at least I was high.
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| Oh, city of light.
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| And in the morning, I felt her breath
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| Hot against my neck.
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| Mostly, it never bothered me,
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| Though sometimes, I’ll admit.
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| They’re feeling all but surrounding;
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| I let it come to this.
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| Darling, do what you promised me
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| And don’t act like you forget.
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| So I’ll run through the city at night.
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| The sidewalks were empty,
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| The streets were on fire.
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| She filled me up -- new kind of desire.
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| Though I was helpless,
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| I sure felt alive.
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| Now all that defines me
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| Is a place where I welcome death.
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| Let my family behold me
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| When those streetlights came possessed.
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| But all that they held on me,
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| Those nights I wrestled with.
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| Maybe we both could be
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| Someplace where I could rest.
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| So she danced while I covered my eyes.
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| Made her feel safe
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| To pretend I was blind.
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| I had a place:
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| I would go in my mind.
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| There, you were sober and able to cry.
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| You’ve got some nerve,
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| Coming back in my life.
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| They strung you up here
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| And left you to die. |