| She peeled from a stretch black snake
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| Which slipped up to the hotel door
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| Darting looks from piercing eyes --
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| The stir of memory and then no more
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| Well, you know how I have to believe --
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| She can almost remember my name
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| It’s been a long time coming, babe --
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| Long time loose amongst foreign hills --
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| Shaking my faith in this free will
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| Years ago in a coastal town
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| Mosquitoes buzzed in her hair
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| Schooldress torn and bare feet brown --
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| Then the rains came and she wasn’t there
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| You’re closing your doors on me
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| When you had almost remembered my name
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| It’s been a long time coming, babe --
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| Long time loose amongst foreign hills --
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| Shaking my faith in this free will
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| Sharp points in an ink black sky --
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| Faint words collide, then are lost
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| I’ll follow you beneath this dome --
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| Win you back at any cost
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| I know we were children then
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| But you can almost remember my name
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| It’s been a long time coming, babe --
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| Long time loose amongst foreign hills --
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| Well, let’s be children still --
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| Don’t shake my faith in this free will
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| Don’t shake my faith in this free will |