| Last night I saw you on the street
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| With a beefy hanger on
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| Slow walking upon your beat
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| You were made up girl
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| Choked up by rage and grief
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| I stole up to you and I drew my steel
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| One flash brought fast relief
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| Then I woke up I was crying in my sleep
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| Crying in my sleep
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| There are tears on my pillow
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| Last night I had you on the sand
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| In the shimmer of a desert glare
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| Lord knows how you got there
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| You were dried out girl
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| I pull a flagon on my hand
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| For precious water is what you crave now
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| I tip it into the sand to seep
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| Then I woke up and I was crying in my sleep
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| Crying in my sleep
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| There are tears on my pillow
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| Crying in my sleep
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| There are tears on my pillow
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| Last night on a windy ledge
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| I saw you standing with your hair streaming down
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| Strollin' up while you made your pledge
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| I was too tired girl
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| I came upon it when the blue lights played
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| On the faces of them looking on
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| Someone shouted «jump» I said «leap»
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| Then I woke up and I was crying in my sleep
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| Crying in my sleep, crying in my sleep
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| There are tears on my pillow
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| Crying in my sleep
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| There are tears on my pillow |