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Two Hearts in True Waltz Time
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Oh sundown finds her runnin'
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But the night pushes her deep within the tunnel
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She camouflages herself in dayglo paint
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And sings her love songs through a funnel
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Oh she clings to the walls like a cat who calls
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The shots for life and for death
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Wearing nothin' but the makeup that she uses
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To try and cover up for herself
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But she can't hide her sword
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She gives no terms for surrender
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She's livin' the third world war
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Now the tunnel police, they steadily increase
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The search for where she hides her kids
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As she swings on a vine, across the state line
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They measure the length of her skid
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She never goes back to do something she didn't
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Or undo something she did
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The smoke streams from the street
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And the night is complete
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With a long and fiery belch
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She's just another Orphan Annie
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Hung up pushin' for a madomieselle
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And she rides like a Caesar, brandishin a whip
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On the hood of his squad car
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As the siren wails, she silently sails
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Leaving catprints in the tar
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Oh she breaks with the dawn
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And by morning she's gone
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Leaving nothing but another night
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She returns to her home
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Like a dog returns for a bone
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Another unsatisfied wife
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And in his little booth
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Secure from the truth
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He wants her more than he's got the guts to say
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But as she needs to be real
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He needs to conceal
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The realness of his place
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So he sings a little song
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And in a chiffon sarong
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She performs a black ballet in space
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But she's just another flop with a fancy name
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He's just another cop with a pretty face
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So together they commit the ballroom crime
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As two hearts in true waltz time
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Two Hearts in True Waltz Time
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| Bruce Springsteen |
