| Someday there’ll be nothin' more to say
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| When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils
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| Each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there
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| My body and soul and my car are not for sale
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| Some days are made of silent anticipation
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| Some days are just quarter-pumpin', cheap peepshows
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| Make-believe is all we have some of these days
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| Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way
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| The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town
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| Where barstools and dreamers and glasses all get refilled
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| Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers
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| And memories fighting gravity against the wall
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| Steam boat, fish light dancin' on the windows chill
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| The jukebox man never hits us with the latest
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| No, he just brushes the, the dust from the grooves
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| Of the songs we love
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| Drunk couple sayin,' «Baby no, no, you are no, you are no
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| You, you are the greatest»
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| Hellos and hornies, they’re squared off toe to toe
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| Someday there’ll be nothin' more to say
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| As life is seen as the dance of the seven veils
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| Each teaser reveal the beauty that was always already there
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| Body and soul and my car are not for sale
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| Body and soul and my car are not for sale |