| I was drowning out the night with the last of the wine
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| And my story began to unwind
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| So I gathered all the shards of a glass from the bar
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| And I left from 17th Street for St. Marks
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| Won’t you listen to me now?
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| I was trying all the time
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| Maybe half the time I got you right
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| But not tonight
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| Oh I’ll always be lonely
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| And you’ll never hear the truth
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| Yeah the truth is there’s some distance, but you’re listening
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| And I keep talking my way back into your heart
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| Your mama told you I’d long gave up, baby but
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| Your mama lied
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| Half the time I must’ve got it right
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| But not tonight
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| Oh I’ll always be lonely
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| And you’ll never hear the truth
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| Yeah I’ll always be lonely
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| And you’ll never hear the truth
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| In the graveyards, in the harbors, in the beer halls and the parks
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| I’ll be wandering under unfamiliar stars
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| But the spirits in my heart don’t persuade me anymore
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| Than my echoes off the brick and mortar walls
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| And the truth is there’s some distance, but you’re listening
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| And the truth is there’s some distance, but you’re listening |