| I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu
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| They remind me of hustlers, confidence, men and you
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| My hands are warm beneath them and easy on the wheel
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| Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel
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| I shiver in the mirror, pull my belt across my hips
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| The leather’s hard in bending as your fingers to my lips
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| I wrap it tightly in defense as if your arms were near
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| But for your love and treachery there’s nothing left to fear
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| I’ll take a glass of wine and recall the words you spoke
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| From the bottom of your cup, covered in spit and smoke
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| But in your voice I’ll hear my own and recognize the crime
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| That all your love and treachery has ended up as mine
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| I see you in the rear view with just a passing glance
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| How your eyes shine as if through mine, you’d see and understand
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| As if we’d played each other but never knew the score
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| And all was love and treachery but isn’t anymore
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| That all was love and treachery but isn’t anymore |