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GStumbling passed your house baby,Dat the break of day. i tAmhought i saw your siluhette, daCncing cross the shade and i wGent out to the mission ,Dand i called and called your name. Amtill and angel with a face like yours, Ccame 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!