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Well I thought about it once or twice,
No I guess it was more like all the time.
A couple oceans, a couple miles,
Wandering down brick roads and hillsides.
So while them guns were going off,
When your love is not enough,
While the pages write themselves,
A couple of stories I'll never tell.

So welcome to your brand new life.
Welcome to a city that's crawling with lovely devil eyes.
Tell me what it feels like,
When your pulse runs dry.
When your mouth grows quiet.
Paint your lips up bright and you got a little wicked in your eye.

Back when you were on your own,
In that tiny place outside Chicago.
You told me when you're feeling low,
You would wander down hillsides and brick roads.

While them guns were going off,
When my love is not enough,
While the pages write themselves,
A couple of stories I'll never tell.

So welcome to your brand new life.
Welcome to a city that's crawling with lovely devil eyes.
Tell me what it feels like,
When your pulse runs dry.
When your mouth grows quiet.
Paint your lips up bright and you got a little wicked in your eye.

The boats there living peacefully,
The riverman nods his cap at me.
Fucked up, smiling ear-to-ear,
Blood on your feet, holding your heels.
Here in black & white,
Yelling something about tonight.
Everything is short-lived,
If only you could taste it.


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