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Rake
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Proofread and authorized by Jeanene Van Zandt
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I used to wake and run with the moon
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I lived like a rake and a young man
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I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
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my laughter the devil would frighten
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The sun she would come and beat me back down
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but every cruel day had its nightfall
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I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
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full of fire and forgetful
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My body was sharp the dark air clean
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and outrage my joyful companion
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whisperin' women how sweet did they seem
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kneelin' for me to command them
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And time was like water but I was the sea
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I'd have never noticed it passin'
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except for the turnin' of night into day
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and the turnin' of day into cursin'
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You look at me now, and don't think I don't know
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what all your eyes are a sayin'
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Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies
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they're just tricks that his brains been a playin'?
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A lover of women he can't hardly stand
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he trembles he's bent and he's broken
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I've fallen it's true but I say unto you
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hold your tongues until after I've spoken
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I was takin' my pride in the pleasures I'd known
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I laughed and thought I'd be forgiven
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but my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and
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said my friend, we're holdin' a wedding
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I buried my face but it spoke once again
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the night to the day we're a bindin'
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and now the dark air is like fire on my skin
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and even the moonlight is blinding
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Rake
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| Townes Van Zandt |
