| The two black spots in your left eye
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| Are from staring in the sun
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| They follow everywhere you look
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| Like a crosshair on a gun
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| You’re lighting one more cigarette
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| The last one of the pack
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| Reflecting on your life a bit
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| Oh you should be doing this
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| With somebody you love
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| Scanning purple sunrise
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| Before you crawl to bed
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| And hearing Leonard Cohen sigh
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| Is as deep as it will get
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| Future is like burning time
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| The past abiding steam
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| And the woman that is here tonight
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| Is a stranger with a dream
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| Oh you should be doing this
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| With somebody you love
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| Oh you’re oversimplifying
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| So often you have pushed away
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| Until a lonely spring
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| Comes tell you certain things
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| There is no use in denying
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| It’s so true what they say
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| That when the tide is high
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| You’ll jump and frolic and then you’ll dive
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| Until it pulls away
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| Well everyone’s at war it seems
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| You need a mini truce
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| And a screw to fix the mantelpiece
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| Cause it’s still hanging loose
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| The last thought of the morning
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| As the crimson turns grey
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| You put yourself on warning like
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| You’re doing every day
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| Oh you should be doing this
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| With somebody you love |