there's always a party on funeral row, where the cross flashes red to the
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street.
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and gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface od sleep.
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the vultures on main street are eyeing you up, calculating the wait of your
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bones.
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and midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we all can sleep safe in our
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homes.
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and the storms in the distance hold no rain, and i feel my resistance giving
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way.
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shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time... sau paulo rain... sau
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paulo rain
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do not disturb this blood red earth, there's giants sleeping beneath,
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and carnival queens on their deathbed scenes all go through the motions of
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grief.
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take another hit, let the bottle slip through your fingers and break like a
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promise made...
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the day i remember, my heart i will keep, my voice i surrender and i will not
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speak to lie.
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we were so alive, we were so alive.
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shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time... sau paulo rain... sau
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paulo rain
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Sao Paulo Rain
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| Tom McRae |
