| Hey when the need becomes too strong or long
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| And drawn out for me to take
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| Like a cigarette burn to the fleshy turbines of my heart
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| That faded afternoon floats breezily into my memory
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| Cool shafts of light appear and I’m left here
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| Standing naked on my own
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| Your voice is small on my voice mail system
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| A million miles away, but if I turned it off
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| I would not hear the little things you say
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| «The world must chill»
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| And like a king I ring up old acquaintances
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| It’s like the man says «I ain’t here on business»
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| It’s all work anyway on any other day
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| They say the light has got no equal
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| On any other day
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| The date’s irrelevant but she was drunk
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| In the heat of the June night
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| The faces in the windows — shouts rang out
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| Into dawn’s early light
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| The flailing arms and scrambling eggs I fled
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| On my two shambling legs
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| «I gotta go"I said — they both looked dead
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| On any other day, on any other day
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| They say the light has got no equal
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| On any other day, on any other day
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| They say the light has got no equal
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| On any other day
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| The fire blazed away
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| The kitchen porch was all that remained
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| And I’m out here alone — beat up and pissed
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| Until this very day
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| That old hotel rang back in fuzzy time
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| And I was ravaged to the bone
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| Your voice got smaller 'til I realized
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| It was gone on any other day
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| They’d say the light has got no equal
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| On any other day, on any other day
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| I swear the light has got no equal
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| On any other day I realize, I realize
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| It was gone |