Two lips pout Too cold for kissing Smoke pouring out Fireplace is hissing The perfect night The ideal bride Everything tried Everything missing We sat on the bed It was dark Everything he said was dead on the mark Everything was missing I went down For my midnight session To find someone To cure my obsession He said, come on Let me read your palm Nights get long In my profession We sat on the bed It was totally dark And everything he said was dead on the mark With everything missing No complaints Long black train To ride you blind To the end of the line And there I might find Everything...
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