| These evenings soaked with dreams hung on the lines of eternity
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| Stephanie and me we were caught in the light of reality
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| Fixed on a star like a candle hangin' above me
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| I’m never gonna stray too far from my savior in second hand blue jeans
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| It’s a losing proposition when you’re born on this block
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| Your eyes can’t move and your legs can’t talk
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| I can’t even begin to explain the staleness in the air
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| We were just two lost souls gettin' wasted on a moonlit prayer
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| Conner and Des sat there so statuesque
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| On barstools leanin' forward lookin' in need of some rest
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| The accordion player with that jagged one eyed smile
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| Said «I'm gonna take a little break and I’ll be back in just a while»
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| While the old songs of Ireland disappeared into the walls
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| The bandit boy was carvin' his perversions in the stalls
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| Stumblin' to the street he walked away like he didn’t have a care
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| He was dressed like poisonous sunlight wishin' on a moonlit prayer
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| Detroit Junior was in a mid life scheme
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| Another aberration to his real life dream
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| Slippin' and slidin' and a skatin' with the best
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| He was always on the corner with Connie in her Guatemalan vest
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| Tellin' tales of when he was a singer right before the war
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| He’ll never get a chance to tell us why he kicked that chair to the floor
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| Some kids were at the quarry last night they said hey saw his ghost with fire
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| in his hair
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| He was dancin' on the water…
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| Under a moonlit prayer
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| There’s balconies and barbers and a mistress in the door
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| There’s a shrine of faith in the window upon the second floor
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| At the bottom of the hamper is where all of Earl’s money is stashed
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| And the marks upon the wall mark the day since she’s passed
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| The supermarket junkies are out on parade
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| With their nickels in their pockets
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| And their bottles of Chardonnay
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| Smashing those broken bottles and those bodies into the walls of despair
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| Disappearing down the alley
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| Lost in a moonlit prayer
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| Stephanie accept me just the way I am
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| For my love is one of limits and of things that I don’t understand
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| In this nameless town and a tainted crown I’m a king without a throne
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| But I still get overcome with doubt in these nights all alone
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| I’ve been lookin' for a sign babe, I haven’t got a clue
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| If you surrender your heart to me
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| I’ll surrender mine to you
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| Imagine the two of us riding bareback in the distance on a silk white mare
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| We’ll disappear into the sky
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| Chasin' a moonlit prayer |