| When the night sun stops tryin'
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| If it dims without fightin'
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| In a chorus of midnight
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| Dark flowers from the shadows
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| Like the ladies from Houston
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| Walk into my house
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| Drink coffee and talk softly
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| Drink wine and speak loud
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| Back at me
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| Got a full ring of keys again
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| Now that I’ve
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| Got a full ring of keys again
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| Thirty years paid in disdain
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| As I rented the room
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| That my ghost became
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| Yeah she raised me like I was her own flesh and blood
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| And she came when I cried and I wasn’t embarrassed
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| Well I knew enough Spanish to interpret eschew
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| As an on confrontation when it’s quickly removed and lifted
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| Got a full ring of keys again
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| I have got a full ring of keys again
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| Time is a feral cat’s prowl
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| Blind and lost to the faith
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| Without fear or doubt
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| Sig stepped in the quicksand
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| And it’s not like you think
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| Sig waited with commitment
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| But he didn’t start sinking
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| Said, «I'd fallen in line, and a few times in love
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| And I’ve raised my voice at folks, I thought I was above
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| Like a fool.»
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| Got a full ring of keys again
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| Now that I’ve |
| Got a full ring of keys again
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| Scratching glyphs into the glass
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| Of the men’s room mirror
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| To reflect my wrath
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| Uncle Marty was troubled
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| At least that’s what I heard
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| And now he’s dead or in prison
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| He’s gone but not missin'
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| But I remember the birthmark
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| The speedy tattoo
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| And the words that he chose
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| And the way his lips moved to make them
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| Got a full ring of keys again
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| I’ve got a full ring of keys again
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| Nothing lies further from truth
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| Than the words from the one
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| Who says solace soon
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| What’s the purpose if there is one?
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| For this televised demon?
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| But a sadness I feel
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| When he pollutes the screen
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| Pour the beer in the fridge
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| Which has halfway been tasted
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| That I put to my lips so it doesn’t get wasted or drank
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| Got a full ring of keys again
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| I’ve got a full ring of keys again |