Here's the fallen sun on holiday
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Meeting her eyes about halfway
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A look, you know, it's killed many men
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And I've been all of them, inside a week
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See the man on the bar who got too drunk to speak
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He adores that song, mundane as it is
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Days in a dream that wasn't his
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Night's about the top of the lift
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Where continents drift too far away
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To keep it together for long, on this half holiday
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From the bar they walk to place pigalle
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The taxi waved down
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Goodnight, sleep well
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Now it's just a step to the door
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And he wants all the more to bring her away
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Out of this temporary half holiday
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Place Pigalle
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| Elliott Smith |
