| The voices in my head are shadows, shadows
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| She comes to me to tell me what they’re after
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| Says, «It ain’t the end boy but you best be careful, careful»
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| Might catch your tail end in a circle, circle
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| The ocean, how she moves in ripples, ripples
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| In flashing lights I swear she was an old film
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| Then the color bleeds and she becomes an angel, angel
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| Calls out to me like a siren to a scoundrel
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| I say, «Come on, child»
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| And I say, «Come on, child»
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| The blanket where she hides by virgin lights
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| Look to the sea where the cotton hits the turnpike
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| Staring her needs but I don’t have the words right, words right now
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| If it were up to me might make her turn right, turn right
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| Lost another one but she still smiles, smiles
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| Black loving eyes and a stare that sees for miles
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| Says she wants to, oh wants to stay a child, child now
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| And wonders why we ever ever have to die
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| And I say, «Come on, child»
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| And I say, «Come on, child»
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| Just a touch I’m gonna carry, carry
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| Another time where our palms shared the same lines
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| The accent of a kiss whispers we’re married, married now
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| It’s either love or just the sun in my eyes
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| And I say, «Come on child»
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| And I say, «Come on child»
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| And I say, «Come on child»
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| Love, love, love, love, love |