| I was thirteenth at the table
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| When the wine was passed around
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| Amid an air of suspicion
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| My glance was met with callous frowns
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| If I was superstitious
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| I’d be the black cat nobody wants hangin' 'round
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| Dark whispers in the hallway
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| Accusations out of bitter mouths
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| Strange figures in the doorway
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| A dog barks a drunkard’s laugh
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| There’s screaming in the kitchen
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| A glass breaks just then that the lights go out
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| So let the winter chase butterflies
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| Let the child believe his lies
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| Let the road run past my door
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| I can’t stay here anymore
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| And I won’t, I won’t turn back
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| To see my dream burning on the side of the road
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| 'Cause sometimes it just goes like that
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| Falling or flying, star or stone
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| Close the window I just can’t hear the highway anymore
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| Lay beside me and let our fire burn until the dawn
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Telephone was ringing
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| A heavy price on the line
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| Outside a window
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| A comet shoots across the sky
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| Between love and hope and money, there’s loss and pain and honey
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| So take a spoonful every time
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| And if you don’t like what you see
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| Don’t come running to me
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| 'Cause I’m bound to my own way
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| I’m one million miles away
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| And I won’t, I won’t turn back
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| See my dream burning on the side of the road
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| 'Cause sometimes it just goes like that
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| Falling or flying, star or stone
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| No I won’t, I won’t turn back
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| To see my dream burning on the side of the road
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| 'Cause sometimes it just goes like that
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| Falling or flying, star or stone |