| He bought her a diamond for her throat
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| He put her in a ranch house on a hill
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| She could see the valley barbecues
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| From her window sill
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| See the blue pools in the squinting sun
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| Hear the hissing of summer lawns
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| He put up a barbed wire fence
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| To keep out the unknown
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| And on every metal thorn
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| Just a little blood of his own
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| She patrols that fence of his
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| To a latin drum
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| And the hissing of summer lawns
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| Darkness
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| Wonder makes it easy
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| Darkness
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| With a joyful mask
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| Darkness
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| Tube’s gone, darkness, darkness, darkness
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| No color no contrast
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| A diamond dog
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| Carrying a cup and a cane
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| Looking through a double glass
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| Looking at too much pride and too much shame
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| There’s a black fly buzzing
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| There’s a heat wave burning in her master’s voice
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| Hissing summer lawns
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| He gave her his darkness to regret
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| And good reason to quit him
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| He gave her a roomful of Chippendale
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| That nobody sits in Still she stays with a love of some kind
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| It’s the lady’s choice
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| The hissing of summer lawns |