| I met a woman from another time
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| I couldnЎЇt think
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| But a drink from her eyes
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| Was like water to wine
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| She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind
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| I search the desert for a treasure
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| And a measure of life denied
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| IЎЇm driven by cars and guitars and her voice
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| Ripping up and down my spine
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| And now IЎЇm giving my life for her sight
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| To be mine
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| And in her presence
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| My fate unwinds
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| For when her essence
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| Draws me too near
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| I can taste her with tears
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| On my tongue
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| Like the sun
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| In my mouth.
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| I met a man who kicked my front door down
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| He blew in with the Santa Ana winds
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| And a half cocked hound
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| He fits my body like a one horse town
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| And I was drunk like a vagabond on his street
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| And I lay face down
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| And I rode his joy like a child on a merry-go-round
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| I was young in his eyes
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| I was sweet on his thighs
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| I was profound
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| I was shot like a free bird in flight
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| To the ground.
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| I woke this morning from a deadly dream
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| He was my lover he was my filler
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| He was my chocolate-colored killer
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| He was me
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| IЎЇm built to run
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| My will is to deceive
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| But you penetrate severely
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| I am walking insecurely
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| On my knees
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| And I will wait through Winter, Spring and Summer
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| If youЎЇll Fall in love with me |