| Night’s changing
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| Spiders seem to levitate in headlights
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| While deer hide dumb in the bushes
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| And three snakes hang from the branches of a small tree
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| In front of her house where he’s climbing out of her room
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| José looks back through the window
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| She’s tangled up in the sheets and she’s smiling sweet
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| Talking softly in her sleep
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| He hops down to the driveway
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| Stumbles to his car parked down the street
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| And he turns the key
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| The church looms on the horizon
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| Like the dried up husk of some ancient bug
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| Legs scratching at the rising sun
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| Inside he gathers his things
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| ‘Round the scattered bodies of his passed out friends
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| In a drunken spin
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| Jimmy yawns and says, «Hey, what’s goin' on?»
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| «Shadows just seem darker these days,» says José
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| «Anyway, I’m gonna catch a train»
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| José waits by the tracks
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| Sunrise puts a squint in his eyes
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| And it seems like there’s
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| So many little creatures scurrying around that he can’t see
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| The train comes and he starts running
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| He jumps for it and he slips
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| She wakes up and she sees he’s gone
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| Just like she expected
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| But she hoped she’d be wrong
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| Thought this morning
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| She could try it on top
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| «Never get old where you were young,»
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| He said while she was nodding off
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| He’s kind of strange she thinks
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| Yeah but so is love
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| The kids in the church start to stir
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| As light pours in through the holes in the walls
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| Wondering if José is gone
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| «No one ever really leaves,»
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| Jimmy says through a cloud of smoke
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| «Where would he go anyway?»
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| The sun is up and the birds are pecking
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| Pecking at something lying in the dirt |