| You manifest what I see in triumph the plunder taken after the violence
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| Of our romantic and foolish notions/ I guess it figures the woman ruins
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| The meager voice became a shout when I raised my eyes and figured out that
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| I was standing on a porch with an eerie glow and voice so hoarse
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| I saw you there with dusty wings your eyes were sideways and searching
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| For a common path while your lies were stewing I guess it figures the woman
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| ruins
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| Moth in a Porchlight out in the woods
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| There is no question you’re up to no good
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| Grasping for choice if only I could
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| I could not know until I stood where I stood
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| Joyful undertones brought us light on those mostly secret summer nights
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| When I felt that I could have killed in a blinding passion that haunts me still
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| And the following months you began a war with the alter ego that I fell for
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| You really don’t know what you’re doing I guess it figures the woman ruins |