| There’s a fire forming
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| Not too far from here
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| Out on the East Coast
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| Maybe it resides in you my dear
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| We’re worn out on our courtesy
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| We’ve made our curtain calls
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| Like vampire bats deprived of blood
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| Into the New York City night we crawl
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| And you’ve got a funny way of showing off
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| Your bathroom surgery
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| You said you were just cooling down
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| From plans of leaving me
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| There’s something I should tell you
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| For we may not have much time
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| I’ve never met arms like yours
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| The stars at night are big and bright
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| Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
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| You told me once I made you smile
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| We both know damn well I didn’t
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| I’m not much of a jester
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| But I’d test poison food for you
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| Your majesty, you’re royal blue
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| I’m loyalty, my king of pain
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| There’s a hard rain falling
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| Flooding your attic, it’s clear
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| Can’t put out the fire
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| That resides in you, my dear
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| There’s something I should tell you
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| For we may not have much time
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| I’ve never seen scars like yours
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| The stars at night are big and bright
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| Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
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| You told me once I made you smile
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| We both know damn well I didn’t
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| I’m not much of a jester
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| But I’d test poison food for you
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| Your majesty, you’re royal blue
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| I’m loyalty, your king of pain |