| Night falls while drunken angels
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| Sleep by the side of the road
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| And I’m nodding in a stairwell
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| Just trying to stay out of the cold
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| Circling around the drain
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| Can’t find my way back to home
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| The road is long
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| And never ends
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| Dark is the heart that wanders
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| Light breaks in through the window
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| Takes a minute to know where I am
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| A dying blackbird
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| Gives her soul to the wind
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| On the roof of the house
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| That I can see from the bed
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| Circling around the drain
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| Show me the way back home
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| The road is long
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| It never ends
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| Dark is the heart that wanders
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| I’d crawl a hundred thousand miles
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| Just to see your two eyes look me over
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| I’d steal you flowers in the bloodshot light
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| Of the lonely hours on a moonless night
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| Just like a stray dog in the rain
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| I can run all night and get nowhere
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| I picture you out underneath the porch light
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| Calling my name all night
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| And waiting for me
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| I thought I heard your voice in the water
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| As I walked by a fountain uptown
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| Now I’m an orphaned at the door of church
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| Just watching the water come down
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| Circling around the drain
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| Hope that I make it home
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| I never felt so far away
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| Dark is the heart
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| That wanders. |