| Saw you take it on the chin outside the Phoenix Motor Inn
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| You could always find a way to kill the bird and keep the flame
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| Somehow lighter on your feet, crossing the dark end of the street
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| Falling harder than a star cause you can hear the broken heart
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| Within the world, within the world
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| That ain’t your soul, it won’t sing along
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| Mission bugs out every night, they throw themselves into the light
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| Always waking from a dream of blowing up and burning clean
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| Saw you cold and getting wet, sucking the ends of cigarettes
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| You learned how to love a scar cause you could hear the broken heart
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| But you won’t sing that sad song
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| Saw you run and hide, I saw you slide across the sky
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| But I never saw you down on my side of the road
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| Saw you take it on the chin and fix it back with bobby pins
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| Saw you lose before the start, I saw you shining in the dark
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| Saw you chained, I saw you choke, saw you running out of rope
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| Saw you shaking off the blues, I saw you recognize the tune
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| But you won’t sing that sad song
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| Frisco’s too much for me to bear, I thought for sure you’d meet me there
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| But I never saw you down on my side of the road |