| Lipstick on a thermos cup
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| Lust and whiskey fill it up
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| And smoke blows from the chimney to the moon
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| It’s much too cold in the Midwest —
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| Chilly hands cup chilly breasts
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| Things not said fill up every room
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| As he stands there in the door
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| There’s no room for him anymore
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| She lies there saying
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| «Honey take one last look.»
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book
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| Above the city 300 feet
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| A derelict in a penthouse suite
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| Packs his suitcase for the midnight train
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| The rich girl could not face her dream
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| He’s bitter coffee, she’s sweet cream
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| She pulls on her shirt, outside it rains
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| And later in the rambling dark
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| He’ll unwrap her broken heart
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| And smile the weary smile of the crook
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book
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| Coyote sleeps with everyone
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| But in the morning he’s long gone
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| And it turns out that he was a she
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| Tales grow tall around the fire
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| Where there’s no truth, no one’s a liar
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| Whatever mask you wear is who you’ll be
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| There is a hole in the day
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| Through which we make our gateway —
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| I make mine every time I’m shook
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book
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| We sift through culture run amok
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| But our rhythm is still boom-boom-chuck
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| The whole world to us is now a theme park
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| The tourist takes the traveler’s place
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| Buys a new body, a new face
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| A hymn is not a hymn sung with no heart
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| And I turn to the Man of Woe
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| And ask him where there’s left to go —
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| He points down with his shepherd’s crook
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book
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| When they lead you to the wood
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| Remember that you always should
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| Leave a trail of black-eyed peas behind
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| So I can find my way to you
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| Whatever you may get into —
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| You are the one I always long to find
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| And when this crazy time is gone
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| We’ll build a home down by a pond
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| I’d make you a good mate — I love to cook
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book
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| On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale
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| I’ll be Jonah. |
| You be the whale
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| I want to dive as deep as we can go
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| Your ship is sailing for the dark
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| Leave your suitcase, take my heart —
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| Hold me, stow me, love me very slow
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| Why must this hour come to pass?
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| I look at you and raise my glass
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| Our kisses cannot stop the scythe, the hook
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book
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| I heard a young man sing a song
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| Just that one, and he was gone
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| Off on the journey we all used to make
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| It was a song like rain and wind
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| Reminded me of where I’d been
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| And that wild feeling I can’t seem to shake
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| I’d like to go into some shack
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| And wait for that kid to come back
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| And sing until the walls and windows shook
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| And tell it all in my new book
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| The soldiers meet between the fights
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| To drink and gamble half the night
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| While waiting for the fresh troops to arrive
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| The battlements will always stand
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| According to the ancient plan
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| Not a one of us gets out alive
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| And as we huddled in the smoke
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| I began to get the joke
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| I laughed and kissed you
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| While the whole world shook
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| I’ll tell it all in my new book |