| Just before the sun comes up
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| And floods the wailing wall
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| She makes love to forget herself
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| He makes love to recall
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| There’s a trail of total carnage
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| In the rear view when he looks
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| There’s a tale of fear and loathing
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| In each chapter of this book
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| So give me something to celebrate
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| No matter what the cost
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| There’s a battle raging inside of us
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| When emerald eyes are lyin'
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| They’re bloodshot
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| The damage isn’t visible
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| When she shines a naked flame
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| The story barely credible
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| But he tells it justthe same
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| He talks of far off promised land
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| Every time he comes around
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| He whispers darling bend your knees
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| Before we hit the ground
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| So give me something to celebrate
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| No matter what the cost
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| There’s a battle raging inside of us
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| When emerald eyes are lyin'
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| They’re bloodshot
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| You know he’s got it easy
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| She just sits down and waits
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| While arrows land on bloody skin
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| Beyond the city gates
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| He’d have made the journey with her
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| But he got the needle stuck
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| She’s running out of time
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| He’s running out of luck
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| Someday it all may come to pass
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| Someday a journey’s end
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| Bright light city memories
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| Of lovers and old friends
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| There’s a snowstormon the table
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| A carpet made of glass
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| There’s a heartbeat like a kick drum
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| There’s a viper in the grass
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| So give me something to celebrate
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| No matter what the cost
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| There’s a battle raging inside of us
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| When emerald eyes are lyin'
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| They’re bloodshot |