| Wasted and wounded, erased with the night
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| One man’s conviction is another man’s lie
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| I said you could find me where the nighthawks fly
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| And I’ll be there a while, yes I’ll be there a while
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| Dustpaper coupons, there’s a guy by the door
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| He said: «What makes me quit makes you go back for more»
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| This place isn’t real man, this girl is a whore
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| Watch me fall to the floor, but I’ll go back for more
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| Sometimes I wander
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| So I finally found you, and I lost you to love
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| No it sure wasn’t this I was… Thinkin' of
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| Put your silhouette on me and your sweetness above
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| And I can’t get enough, no I can’t get enough
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| Wasted and wounded, this ain’t no way to die
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| One man’s cold turkey is another man’s high
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| I said you could find me where the nighthawks fly
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| And I’ll be there a while, yes I’ll be there a while
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| Sometimes I wander
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| Down on the floor, got a closer look at hell
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| You see, somebody pushed me, I just pretended that I fell
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| I said that I adored you, but I could never tell
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| For all that I know I’ll be gone when you go
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| Music went through you and took you to a place
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| There ain’t no doubt you’ll find a welcoming embrace
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| I said that I loved you, another hawk in space
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| And you’ll be there for a while and I’ll be there for a while
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| Finding my own inarticulate prose
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| Weirding out strangers and laughing at those
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| Jaundiced and jaded postured and posed
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| Not that we’re special, it’s just that we’re
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| Closing in on a place where we might get to be
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| Living real people regularly
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| Send you some stuff and be good like you asked
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| Must promise remember the sixth and the last
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| Thanks for anonymous invisible
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| Take us away
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| Thanks for not breaking like they wanted
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| Take us away
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| Wake me and say «Take us away» |