| I used to wake and run with the moon
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| I lived like a rake and a young man
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| I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
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| My laughter, the devil would frighten
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| The sun, it would come and beat me back down
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| But every cruel day had it’s nightfall
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| I’d welcome the stars with wine and guitars
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| Full of fire and forgetful
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| Well, my body was sharp, the dark air clean
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| And outrage my joyful companion
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| And whisperin' women, how sweet did they seem
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| Kneelin' for me to command them
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| And time was like water but I was the sea
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| And I’d never noticed it passin'
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| Except for the turnin' of night into day
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| And the turnin' of day into cursin'
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| You look at me now and don’t think I don’t know
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| What all of your eyes are sayin'
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| So he wants us to believe these ravings and lies
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| Just tricks that his brains been a playin'?
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| A lover of women, he can’t hardly stand
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| He trembles, he’s bent and he’s broken
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| Well, I’ve fallen, it’s true but I say unto you
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| Hold your tongues until after I’ve spoken
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| I was takin' my pride in the pleasures I’d known
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| I laughed and thought I’d be forgiven
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| But my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and said
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| My friend we’re holdin' a wedding
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| And I buried my face but it spoke once again
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| It’s the night to the day that we’re a bindin'
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| And now the dark air is like fire on my skin
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| And even the moonlight is blinding |