| Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
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| There at the party where nobody danced
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| Thinking how we ever left hand in hand
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| Crying so hard I could hardly stand
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| Thinking of Roxy, my blood on her face
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| Cut up my fist in the name of her grace
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| Thinking of her comprehending face
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| Our blood and our tears on the staircase
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| I see the turquoise sky, and you and I
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| Running like horses chasing the night
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| I see that morning reflect in your eyes
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| I still see your face on a new year’s sky
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| Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
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| There at the party where nobody danced
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| Thinking how we ever left hand in hand
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| Crying so hard I could hardly stand
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| Thinking of Roxy, the taste of her skin
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| Her honest smile as she’s giving in
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| Thinking how I owned you and your limbs
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| Your lust and your pleasure, your suffering
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| I see the turquoise sky and you and I
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| Running like horses chasing the night
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| I see that morning reflect in your eyes
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| I still see your face in a new year’s sky
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| Remember waking up that morning, sighing
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| Not wanting more than your breath in mine and nothing more than a simple life
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| Remember walking around the city, smiling
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| Not wanting more than your hand in mine and nothing more than a simple life
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| Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
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| There at the party where nobody danced
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| Thinking how we ever left hand in hand
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| Crying so hard I could hardly stand
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| I see the turquoise sky and you and I
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| Running like horses chasing the night
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| I see that morning reflect in your eyes
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| I still see your face on a new year’s sky |