| You were my night light in the jungle when the vulture came to call
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| You swam around below me and you dragged me up for air
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| Till all around the sounds of love came blowing through my door
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| You stayed awhile and like a child you stepped on all my toys
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| True love makes you bitter, true love turns you sour
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| But some time true love hits you in the strangest hours
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| I don’t want to hang on no lover’s cross for you
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| I won’t be your crucifix or savior to bruise
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| I don’t want to hang on no lover’s cross for you
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| Saints alive I’ve died a hundred times or more for you
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| Prowling through my lifestyle, like a black cat on the roof
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| Riding astride my innocence when I was a hundred proof
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| And of our passion you confessed you’d never felt so proud
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| For what I lack, and my mistakes you’ll find in others now
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| You can tell them that they’re better, hand 'em the same line
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| But for Christ’s sake I don’t think you’ll find someone that kind
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| Don’t leave your shadow, won’t you take it away
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| Don’t want to keep finding little bits of you that stayed |
| If I see you tomorrow, if I spot you in a crowd
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| Be kind enough to ask me «Hey, how are you doing now»
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| «I'm doing fine, hope you’re the same way»
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| Then I’ll turn towards your latest love and say
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| Are you gonna hang on a lover’s cross for her
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| Will you be her crucifix, do you mind getting hurt
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| Are you gonna hang on a lover’s cross for her
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| Cause saints alive, I’ve died a hundred times or more for her |