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Stumbling passed your house baby,at the break of day.
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i thought i saw your siluhette, dancing cross the shade
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and i went out to the mission ,and i called and called your name.
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till and angel with a face like yours, came down and let me in

i thought i saw your reflection, in a cigarette machine
in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street
In a store front,in a picture,on and old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!

i heard soldiers voices, by the city gate
what took his life on the ground,they made me look away
and i spilled you on the meter, and i chopped you into lies.
And over some old kitchen sink, i swore i let you down

i thought i saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street, 
in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!

oh radio and broken meters, doggy things i read.
worn out moviestars,and faded limousines.
and i battle through my own charades, of coffee cups and clowns.
i can't keep up with parades, I keep falling down.

i thought i saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street, 
in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!
in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!
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