| Please baby, let me sit by your fire
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| I would steal all of the things that you desire
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| Midnight’s howl and jukebox love
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| The only things I’m dreaming of
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| Don’t misunderstand me when I say
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| I can’t hear anything that you’re saying
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| Twenty steps to heaven and there you leave me praying
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| I’m really not the kind to be impressed by that
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| Someday soon when your black roses wither
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| You’ll remember her and everything you didn’t give her
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| And I’ll be the one you see when you can’t turn back
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| Well, the walls pound and my hands shake in the night
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| My heart freezes in cold wondrous fright
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| 12th street jokes, worn out pride
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| There’s nothing much left here to hide
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| I could drown for days on last year’s tide
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| I can’t hear anything that you’re saying
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| Twenty steps to heaven and there you leave me praying
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| I’m really not the kind to be impressed by that
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| Someday soon when your black roses wither
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| You’ll remember her and everything you didn’t give her
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| And I’ll be the one you see when you can’t look back
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| I can’t hear anything that you’re saying
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| Twenty steps to heaven and there you leave me praying
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| I’m really not the kind to be impressed by that
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| Someday soon when your black roses wither
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| You’ll remember her and everything you didn’t give her
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| And I’ll be the one you see when you can’t turn back |