Tiny drops of water glistened on her black fur
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Taillights in earshot, headlights shine through her
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And on legs crossed on the red surge settee
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Sat next to nothing and she looked right through me, and on
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Inside the car sat a sulky blonde
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And on her lap the road went on and on
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As she dresses I look to the ground
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Perhaps I know where the place can be found, and on
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Outside, the night is very soft, but where does it end
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We'd pile into the Buick, but you've got to have money for that
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92 people taking it too fast
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They never noticed where their lines are cast, and on
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I've got a milk white electric guitar
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Walked in the shop and I peeled off the notes
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Oh yeah
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The Night Is Very Soft
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| The Church |
