| Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th
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| In mantilla and lace
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| And her lover’s knife
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| Cries out for revenge
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| But she is silent like a stone
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| And beautiful in her widow’s weeds
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| I wait in the darkness
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| Forever now alone
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| Too late for any tear shedding
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| While his bride waits down on C & 9th
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| For her blood wedding
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| Why did you have to go out tonight
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| With the full moon in scarlet
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| And his silver knife
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| Waiting for you
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| And the remains of your life
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| Ticking away like some pitiful clock
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| And I who could not even be called your wife
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| Safe and warm in your bedding
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| And you the bridegroom off on your way
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| To your blood wedding
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| And the Ukranian ladies
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| Light candles in the street
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| Where his body lay bleeding
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| And the projects are silent
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| Bracing for the heat
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| That must come from his blood wedding
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| Carlita why do you hate me so much
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| I long for your body
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| I die for your touch
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| On my burning skin
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| And the smell of your perfume
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| Will always remain on my bed
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| But I died every time
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| You entered his room
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| I could not let him go on living
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| And now you wait down on C & 9th
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| Dying to celebrate my blood wedding
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| I wait in the shadows of C & 9th
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| With my fingers caressing
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| His sacred knife
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| You loved my body
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| But he loved my soul
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| You thought you knew me
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| But what do men know
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| Except my lover whose shape is etched in chalk on the street
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| Soon to be washed away by the rain
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| While you wait in the darkness dreading
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| The shock of my knife
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| At your blood wedding
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| I Won’t Take You Home Again, Kathleen
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| I spent my whole life waiting for you
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| But just like the D train
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| You show up at the most unusual times
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| I can’t take any more
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| You’re driving me out of my mind
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| You come on like some beam of light
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| Straight from paradise
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| Or out of the arms of my best friend, Kevin
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| Better to rule in hell than serve you in heaven
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| Now the sun is blinding your eyes
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| I can’t take any more of your disguises
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| I won’t take you home again, Kathleen
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| Now the dawnlight gleams in your hair
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| I can’t see anywhere left for us to go
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| I won’t take you home again, Kathleen
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| And all those days out at Rockaway
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| You left me waiting like a spare at a wedding
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| Ah, it’s too upsetting to think about
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| What you were up to with Kevin
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| But let me touch your face one last time
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| Then I’m out of here or out of my mind
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| Kathleen, it’s been a dream
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| But look out, your nightmare is coming
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| Oh, Kathleen, this scene
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| And the drinking’s getting to me
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| But I’m out of here and running
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| 'Cause I can see your nightmare coming
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| Go on, Kathleen, go back to Breezy where you belong
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| It’s too late, girl, it’s too late
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| 'Cause now the sun is blinding your eyes
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| And I can’t take any more of your disguises… |