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| the heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye it turns the road to water and then from water to sky and there's a crack in the concrete floor and it starts at the sink there's a bathroom in a gas station and i've locked myself in it to think and back in the city the sun bakes the trash on the curb the men are pissing in doorways and the rats are running in herds i've got a dream with your face in it that scares me awake i put too much on my table and now i got too much at stake and i might let you off easy yeah i might lead you on i might wait for you to look for me and then i might be gone where i come from and where i'm going and i'm lost in between i might might go up to the phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on your machine and you'll stop me, won't you if you've heard this one before the one where i suprise you by showing up at your front door saying 'lets not ask what's next or how or why' i am leaving in the morning so lets not be shy the door opens the room wincesand water the housekeeper comes in without a warning i squint at the muscular motel light and say hey, good morning as she jumps, her keys jingle and she leaves as quickly as she came in i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin the sheets are twisted and damp and the heat is so great and i swear i can feel the mattress sinking underneath your weight oh sleep is like a fever and i'm glad when it ends and the road flows like a river and pulls me around everybend the heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye it turns road into water and water to sky and there's a crack in the concrete floor and it starts at the sink there's bathroom in a gas station and i've locked my self in it to think and you'll stop me won't you...... |
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