You walked out alone, up before the sun; out of
Make whispers of these words.
If they’ve moved you, I can
I'm running out, like quiet from sunrise. I'm running
Lord, lord, what you got in store for me?
I carved up those empty avenues, filled them up with
My sweet etcetera…my finest work is when I undress you
I could make you want me with one hand tied
Sold my best shirt at the second hand. Called
I was sick in the street I had to pull
In the engine hymn of this evening's train, I swore
Three down, five more to go. It ain't like they
Strange morning, and even stranger day. I took my
No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, but I
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