| :: the vincennes incident :: He's the portrait of your face, love So I crawl back down to that broken elevator and I wait a few more days Thinking that this cold will pass and I can bring on that Vincennes rain and May May may have scarred us good, dear but I'm looking forward to July It's been 26 months on the outside and I'm headed down home again and you've never looked quite so bright ::You know there ain't no doubt holding you down holding you back holding you here I wrote the great escape and you rode out of it You had a one way ticket downtown holding me down with no doubt and I walked out ::still you managed to carry me so anyway, love flies by like a telephone line or a one way sign in the downtown night a million miles away from me, love and he's living like you always said you would in a drafty loft above the skyline one by one Do you think of me at least ten times in the blue sky and do the bright rock boys love the ginger girls for the highlights in their hair Are you feeling dangerous today, love? ::chorus sweet memory will you never leave me will we drink some morning until three and there's a picnic where you're supposed to be will you never never leave here K, stop me slow me hold me down, love He's the portrait of your face and I don't know what to think about it but I've been here too long |
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