| Come in, come in, come in, come in
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| From under these darling skies come in
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| It’s warm and it’s safe here and almost heartening
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| Off to a time and place now lost on our imagination
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| Where you don’t complain but you still do
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| And you don’t explain if you want to explain
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| What you believe you say without shame, «I just do»
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| To say what you mean you don’t mean what you say or you do
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| Where the wild are strong
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| And the strong are the darkest ones
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| And you’re the darkest one
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| Come in, come in, come in, come in
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| From thin and wicked prairie winds come in
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| It’s warm and it’s safe here and almost heartening
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| Here in a time and place not lost on our imagination
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| Where you don’t explain but you still do
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| And you can’t complain if you want to complain
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| Where you’re real instrumental or supple or sexy as hell
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| Where you say, «I believe» or say without shame, «I can’t tell»
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| Where the wild are strong
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| And the strong are the darkest ones
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| And you’re the darkest one
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| Oh you’re the darkest one
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| And if that’s what you want
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| Oh then you’re the darkest one |