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MTV 1993
...there was so much to see.
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Woman you make me do some crazy things
all the hell you bring
in the shuffling between my ears
Late in the evening, trouble on the mind
too late to leave
too tight too breathe
come rain or shine
You said I'd rather be alone
Please leave the room and lock the door
You said I'd rather be at home
Spare me from your metaphors
Spare me
All for the same scene, played out over years
crept up on me
misfortune leaves this life of mine
Woman you make me do some crazy things
all the hell you bring
in the shuffling between my ears
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All these frames you wanted in your life...
paid to the pavement and jumped through a vision and tempted the evil ones.
Assigned the blame to fix your broken face...
burned with a question and rested the welcome and taped over memories.
That garbage collected, surrounding the sacred ground
quiet and quick and tired and sick and blessed as we could be.
And all these themes you wanted in your life...
you lived like a fable and gave up your license and paid all your promises.
You were the only living witness
to the sighs of the sea
laughing at your misery, take all the time you need
Witness
Their sore command faltered once again
played to emotions and shredded some secrets and
wept for the idle sun
failing to keep the burdened days asleep
loud and bright and hard and tight
and faster than we could see
You were the only living witness
to the size of the see
laughing at your misery, take all the time you need
Until the sight was taken for granted
we were surprised to be
lonely and free, wounded and sober and clean
Witness
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Within charming rays of light
I'll hear a song, a river's end
Probably another hoax
lest we forget our trespassers
The dimming light of dusk is still
I bothered you to make it move
This is the panicking parade
but not today, not while I'm here
Shall I proceed with my delight?
Can I learn to turn this off?
Use this instrument I have
to hear a song so far away
Pull together all my sides
when the noise rolls back beneath
The flashing in my eyes is real
but not today, not while I'm here
If you'll allow, the singing of your history with me
It's comedy, it's tragedy
The singing of your history with me
It's comedy, it's tragedy
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He taught me well
to stay up from hell
thy kingdom come
thy will be done
in the northern trees
this life of mine
peace is implied
in the Sunday skies
The order of things
no rest no refrain
saw the devil's fruit
plucked from the vine
it lit up my eyes
all mine
Saw the shadows hold
saw young, saw old
walk through the cold
just to get their hands on the devil fruit
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You made your choice
I made mine too
we'll spend our lives, bide our time in a wooden room
Darling you, Darling you
Darling you don't wake me up like you used to
As many other moments passed me by
they held me upside down and smiled,
they took a drink and so did I
The lining of the silver in the sky
that we were trying to deny
they drank again and so did I
but I don't know why
no, I don't know why
In the years before I left it all behind
left to the spiraling decline
you slammed the door and so did I
In my willingness to run and to pretend
caught up when I could catch my breath
you slammed the door and so did I
So many other women passed me by
they turned around and flashed a smile
they drank again and so did I
but I don't know why
no, I don't know why
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It's not above you to talk
in your hidden half-truth lullaby absent above
set a course for the sun
faded suits and heart attacks, peace be to you
Oh, if you can stand it
Oh, if you can handle it
Oh, if you can stand it
Oh, if you can pass for a lover again
Out impaired in a crowd
liquored up and off the ground, tossed to a fire
wearing the clothes of a king
the tragic tale you're spinning, your royal decline
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I walk until I see the bricks upon the face of the wall
atop a dangerous attempt to bridge the gap in the floor
between the madness
and the fire burning right at our door
the fabric of the family
inside a closet of horrors
This side of paradise
and we are drifting, writhing, running and shooting
This side of paradise
and we are willing to wait...
This side of Paradise
and we are willing to wait....
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Let the fortune soak
let the fire from the alter be extinguished
Let the wild one sleep
Don't let the sun break through the curtains
to awake her
Live to scorn that tattoo on your arm
an old impulsive dream to a lover
So the story goes
teach the followers to listen for a pattern
Until the gates are closed
and the watchers of The Wire are worn out
all those hours peeled off of your clock
turning, spinning, sinking, you were grateful
I will spend some time
in the bottom of the basement wrapped in blankets
Just to wait for you
while you're standing under porch light
for a new moon
and with all our friends and family aligned
I will finally break through your paper wall
I'm running through your paper wall
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Fallen crest in the sand
with the wave of her hand
child's cries in the night
silence comforted by her eyes
Her eyes, like the stare of a lion
like the path of a kite
her eyes, staring straight at the sun
casting light on the moon
her eyes, write the words of a song
speak the voice of a chord
her eyes, falling down from the cloud
seated right in my hand
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