I thought I felt her ghost again last night
And I kept a fire burning through the morning light
Youearly morning diner on the neon range
Youyou drove away as it began to rain
Twenty months of feedin’ off original sin
Ain’t shut the door blown open by what should have been
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And time’s been like a dog that begs
And I find it’s needin’ to be fed
Guardian angel risepull me out of my disguise
And shut the door behind on the dirty neon times
I became an island on a social sea
And I let someone take my shores occasionally
Winegood weed and cigarettes assured they’d leave
Finefine women all but I could not receive
Twenty months of feedin’ off original sin
Ain’t shut the door blown open by what should’ve been
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’cause to condemn her now don’t make no sense at all
Like taxis in the backwoodslike striptease at the mall
You hit a wall
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