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Forgive the lanterns
Streetlights burning on a dieing dream
wading in a pool of kerosene
phonebooks talking in thier sleep again
waiting on love and medicine
wish them well when they close the door
because you'll never see their face around anymore
Blank space on her Tennessee license plate
we all shook hands and went our seperate ways
Radios dont sing about pain like this
unless its sailing records on the top ten lists
the little paper dolls took their last encore
said they dont know what the cheerings for
but how can you bring them to their knees
when you still have yourself to please
the window lookers with their polaroids
look for the stories that the papers avoid
the new boy in town has got mouths to feed
he can't cut 'em loose, he's got to plant his seeds
you don't think you can fly with a brokn wing
but the street lights dream about everything
