| Slipping down railings and balconies
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| With a sleepy ease I never knew
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| I never gave my way to you
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| Indigent darkness, thick as a dream
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| A liquid party underneath
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| Though I’m still shaky and weak
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| Knees pressed against the leather couch
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| I couldn’t find my bra
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| And you were so familiar
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| I think that I leaned out too far
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| I wouldn’t have if my heart
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| And my stomach hadn’t fallen so hard
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| That’s some hat trick
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| An effortless move
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| That tearful frantic creature seems far away from here
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| My New Orleans nickel ring
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| Your deep Wilson tattoo
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| Under the bullshit radar, I came to find you
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| Knees pressed against the leather couch
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| I couldn’t find my bra
|
| And you were so familiar
|
| I think that I leaned out too far
|
| I wouldn’t have if my heart
|
| And my stomach hadn’t fallen so hard
|
| Knees pressed against the leather couch
|
| I couldn’t find my bra
|
| And you were so familiar
|
| I think that I leaned out too far
|
| I wouldn’t have if my heart
|
| And my stomach hadn’t fallen so hard |