| I'm naked at dawn
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| In this top floor with sloping ceilings
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| I don't know whether to put myself at 100
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| Or give me a truce in the bathroom
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| I have no money for the train bound for your arms
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| I need air in the lung of the sky of your lips
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| The window has given in to the sun
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| That brings me warmth and some sorrow
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| There is no alcohol left
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| Who was Christ at the last supper
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| I don't know whether to send you a postcard
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| tattooed with illusions
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| Or imagine a carnival with airs of your name
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| My heart drools aft
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| I don't know where my clothes are
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| I will have lost her along with the fear
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| I never get tired of taking off my hat
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| When it rains to wet my songs
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| And I won't realize in this fucking life that
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| What I want is to fill your corners
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| And I don't get tired of looking at your face
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| And I never get tired of living on stage
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| And there are no more adversaries than you and me back to back
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| That love is three flowers that are watered daily
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| My pupils are always thirsty
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| And they are on your vine back
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| All I want to see is the waters
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| that flood your ways
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| And all tears are salt
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| From the evil of your secrets
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| And all the pages are wounded by your kisses
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| My heart drools aft
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| I don't know where my clothes are
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| I will have lost her along with the fear
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| I never get tired of taking off my hat
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| When it rains to wet my songs
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| And I won't realize in this fucking life that
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| What I want is to fill your corners
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| And no, and I never get tired of looking at your face
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| And I never get tired of living on stage
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| And there are no more adversaries than you and me back to back
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| That love is three flowers that are watered daily, daily
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| I never get tired of taking off my hat
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| When it rains to wet my songs
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| And I won't realize in this fucking life that
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| What I want is to fill your corners
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| And I don't get tired of looking at your face
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| And I never get tired of living on stage
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| And there are no more adversaries than you and me back to back
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| That love is three flowers that are watered daily
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| And I don't get tired, I don't get tired
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| No, I don't get tired
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| No, I don't get tired
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| And I don't get tired |