| In a house of disrepute, where I lose my mind
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| The trains were singing high over the blizzard and the pines
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| But there’s no house on the corner, for there’s no corner this time
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| Just a barely there woods through a tunnel of false lies
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| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost this time
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| Cause love, dear love, you know love’s on my side
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| So find the mast through the trees in the marina of my life
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| Flags of my brothers and lovers I can’t describe
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| But in a house of disrepute, I kiss my own hand
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| Some barely there maiden makes a stand, makes a stand
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| But new birds have been winking and I dream of this land
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| Maybe L.A.'s new home for this man?
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| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost in your vines
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| But love, dear love, you know love’s on my side
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| And your lips are a wish, oh I wish of your lips
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| New stones in the garden, I admit, I admit and say so
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| In a house of disrepute I lost my old man
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| Waves were riding high over the buildings and the sand
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| But new birds have been winking and I dream of your hand
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| I’m on drugs and there’s a mirror but I don’t need to stare
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| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost this time
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| Cause love, dear love, you know love’s on my side
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| And your lips are a wish, oh I wish of your lips
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| New stones in the garden I admit, I admit and say so |