So he offers her his coat
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In return for her devotion
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For he loves her like a boat
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That he keeps out on the ocean
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He says: ¡°I'll tell you lover
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That I don¡¯t need no other¡¯s arms at all¡±
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And as he fixes her a look
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All the innocence that she mistook for charm
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Dies in the vacuum of his startling deep emotion
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There's violence out tonight
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There's violence out tonight
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There's violence out tonight, tonight
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There's violence out tonight
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As they step into the dark
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Only moonlight hides his treason
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And the shadows skip like sharks
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Through the gasps of air between them
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She says: ¡°Becalm your hands boy I thought
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restraint was now your sentiment of choice?¡±
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But as his fingers strike her blouse
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All the words that he espoused
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Lie deftly scattered on the ground amidst
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the buttons he's torn open
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There's violence out tonight
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There's violence out tonight, tonight
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In every room, in every heart
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In every moment you discard
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There's violence out tonight, tonight
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So she stalks the stolid streets debased
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A tepid flickering of street-lights wipes the grief
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Across her face
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Since she wears upon her brow
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The ragged gape of alienation
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That will follow her around
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And like for every victim
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It seems the pain will not subtract or even calm
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All this protracted by a state
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In which the poor conviction rate for rape
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Can often leave a woman feeling
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More at blame than able
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To talk about violence tonight
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To talk about violence tonight, tonight
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In every moment, every room
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In every word that you consume
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In every second, every chance
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In every twisting of romance
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In every momentary embrace
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In every movement of your face
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Is violence out tonight, tonight
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Tell me something I don't know
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Tell me something I can be proud of
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Tell me something I don't know
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Violence Out Tonight
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| Little Comets |
