| The night was so cold all the cats had gone home
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| I hate to be told what to do, lord
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| I hide under awnings like rats in a storm
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| I hide under cars when they’re left in the parking lots
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| Oh, now I know what you mean
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| When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen
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| But I’m older now and I’m well
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| So come over here let me look in your mirrors
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| The years are beginning to show, lord
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| There’s been a darkness upon us so long
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| It’s hard not to feel that our lives
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| Are not always our own
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| Now I know what you mean
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| When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen
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| But I’m older now
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| And I’m twice as well
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| So come over here
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| Let me look in your mirrors
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| An asp and an arrow
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| And a lamb with a furrowed brow
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| Stay with me
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| Because I have been dying to meet you
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| And now you’re here
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| I feel I could kill just to keep you
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| Be calm the tell-tale heart
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| That leaves us beaten in the dark
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| Tomorrow see the scars
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| They’ll leave with feathers and of tar
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| They’ll leave you lying in the parking lots |