The draft blew cold under the door
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When we threw wour clothes to the kitchen floor
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The broccoli boils in the pan on the gas stove where you stand
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Won't you take this spatula in your hand?
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Let the rice burn
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It cannot deter my love for you
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we have no concern
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under the hem of the night
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under the hem of the night
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Out on the roof over havoc streets
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Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kiss
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so melodramatic embroidered by shadows
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by the fridge I reminice
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Let the rice burn
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It cannot deter my love for you
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we have no concern
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under the hem of the night
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under the hem of the night
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we stagger in the doorway and all of the sudden
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the drum of the rain on the heather hills
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now everything's changed and our silence is bitter
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and you are all unhinged
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Let the rice burn
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It cannot deter my love for you
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we have no concern
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we have no concern
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oh we have no concern
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under the hem of the night
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The Rice
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| David Gray |
