| Cathedral eyes felt so alive laid on the woman painted softly
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| The masters of Rome should have used her for a muse
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| And me I could have used just a little cup of coffee
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| She whispered a look, I could barely breathe a word
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| I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath
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| You scold me I’ll catch my death of cold
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| You always imagined that I had something left
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| But I’m the only one you never told
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| Another barstool Houdini made you guess what to believe
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| When everyone was watching the illusion
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| But only you were looking up his sleeve
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| When she caught a glimpse from someone else’s muse
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| I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath
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| You scold me I’ll catch my death of cold
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| You always imagined that I had something left
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| But I’m the only one you never told
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| The passions in the stained glass fell upon the masses
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| Thought he caught the corner of a vision
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| He used his Sunday shirt to clean off his glasses
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| His cathedral eyes retreated to the clouds
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| I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath
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| You scold me I’ll catch my death of cold
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| You always imagined that I had something left
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| But I’m the only one you never told |