| When I get burned out so bad in Brixton
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| That I just could not remember my name
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| You took a lease on some basement down on Josephine Avenue
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| 'til I got better and you forgot how much I changed
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| I got healed in the heart of the city
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| Bad medicine was good enough
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| Still you bleed through my veins like an express train
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| You’re the one hit I never could give up
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| 'Cos you said to me
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| When you’re falling apart again
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| Nobody to pick up the pieces
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| I’ll turn on the lights and hold your hand tight
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| And together, yeah, we’ll keep on reaching
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| We were holed-up and cold in the rockhouse
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| Plastic gangsters, sweet blessed company
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| I was talking Jackson Pollocks, walking Tony Soprano
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| You said, 'Baby, it’s time to leave'
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| But I left alone, stumbling stoned into the sunrise
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| Looking left and right for all the wrong connections
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| Baby, hit me one more time, you can hit me one more time
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| 'cos I know you’ll never let me go under
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| So wherever I am for the winter,
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| Your summer smile will keep me warm.
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| Autumn leaves falling, baby,
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| I’ll keep walking till the springtime flowers bloom. |