| Oceanic lights are cleverly dim
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| Blueish features in the lower reaches
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| We raise our traffic flares to him
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| Fishnet, girlish, the red ones spark
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| Holy arcs tracked in the dark
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| The more I see, the less I look
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| Here’s another name I took
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| Listen! |
| In the early morning air
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| The remnants of their eveningwear
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| Branching off, the road winds east
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| Deluxe locations just near completion
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| Come dine with wine and oyster feast
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| The pearls are real, have one for free
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| They’re washed up by the foam waved sea
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| The more I look the less I smile
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| Never mind let’s stay awhile
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| The fans blow secrets on the night
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| Out of mind but not out of sight
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| Is this where you live
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| Broken voices the nylon choir
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| Nothing left to stoke that fire
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| All they own is on their tongues
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| They never see or wonder if Is this where you live
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| Thin dogs don’t vie for bones
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| Why desert just to be alone
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| All they own is on their backs
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| They can’t believe it’s you I’m with
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| Is this where you live
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| Don’t blush as I brush your touch
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| No need for any speed or rush
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| All you own is on the floor
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| I’m buying all you’re gonna give
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| Is this where you live
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| Coffee stories, the lying truth
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| Electric lights don’t help my youth
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| All I owned is on my face
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| Urbane mirror anger myth
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| Is this where you live |