| It’s four in the morning, who knows why
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| I can’t sleep, and if I try
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| I can’t follow where she goes
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| When she closes those beautiful eyes
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| The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across
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| The continent of heresy she wanders in
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| Savouring the call to maybe this time
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| Make it permanent
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| I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
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| Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
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| Keeping watch across the hour
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| I’ll maybe one day find a tower
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| And open up a lighthouse come saloon
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| Lookin' at her face, I can see
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| The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
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| The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
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| Shining back like scimitars
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| Across the night at me
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| Well it’s four am, who knows how far
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| My rope’d run if I hired a car
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| Hit each town, never stayed
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| Left the motel bills unpaid
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| Just defied the way they say things are
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| In my mind I see that final town
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| Outta cash, axles in the ground
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| Lying in a hostel bed
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| No-one there to hold my head
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| Some internal organ breakin' down
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| Lookin' at her face, I can see
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| The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
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| The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
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| Shining back like scimitars
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| Across the night at me
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| I can feel the midnight fading, all desires
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| Are out there with you singing in the wires
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| I wonder when the corner shop is open
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| If the wind’ll drop before the dawn
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| And frost up all the tires
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| It’s four in the morning, what can I do
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| A Don Alejandros should see me through
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| The hard reality is this
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| I got woken with a kiss
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| Once upon a time, one night with you
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| Lookin' at her face, I can see
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| The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
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| The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
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| Shining back like scimitars
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| Across the night at me
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| The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
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| Shining back like scimitars
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| Across the night at me |