| Rollin' down the sunbeams
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| Burnin' in the wind
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| Her hair hung like a sacrament
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| Our bodies to begin
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| Spanish moss was a’droppin' down
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| Just to touch her shinin' skin
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| And I felt just like a lover
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| When she asked me to come in
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| She showed me her possession
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| Of animals and glass
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| She said that her body was ended
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| But I’m a man and I never asked
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| Laughin' in the cradle
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| Held there by the past
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| Her eyes were like some river
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| Without a shadow cast
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| Then she opened the picture
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| Of Lucifer in chains
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| She said you got no idea
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| How to feel each time it rains
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| People on the sidewalk
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| They don’t even know my name
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| Still I live with my confessions
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| I expect you do the same
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| I don’t envy your position
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| You know the shark goes where he’ll please
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| Many a’net has been broken
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| In the arms of the open sea
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| And if you had the time, you know
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| You could rock me on the deep
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| 'cause I know that you’re not some stranger
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| From the cities of my sleep
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| Rollin' down the sunbeams
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| Burning in the wind
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| Her hair hung like a sacrament
 | 
| Our bodies to begin
 | 
| Spanish moss was a’droppin' down
 | 
| Just to touch her shinin' skin
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| And I felt just like some lover
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| When she asked me to come in
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| Yes, I felt just like a lover
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| When she asked me to come in |