| In the darkness
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| After the cocaine lights
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| I will miss you
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| More than ever
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| And to color my eyes into rose
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| Is to ask of my beaten bones
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| To be less of meat and stone
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| And more of feather
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| But lord they’re rolling me away
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| Ain’t they rolling me away
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| Don’t they roll oh oh oh
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| In the morning in the kitchen
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| I can hear my own blood clicking
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| So I stand there and I listen
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| Til the glowing begins
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| There is light that pours sweet from new hips
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| There is beer that pours sweet through my lips
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| There is gold where the cold button sits
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| It’s just a showy amen
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| And in the hallway, in a slip
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| She says 'hey, don’t you like my newest trick'
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| And I say «yeah that’s a pretty good trick
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| Would you show me again'
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| And lord I truly am awake
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| And lord, truly I am afraid
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| And, lord, truly I remain…
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| In the darkness
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| After the cocaine lights
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| I will miss you
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| With no warning
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| I will recover my sense of grace
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| And rediscover my rightful place
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| Yes and cover my face
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| With the morning |