By Jim Carroll and Lenny Kaye
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I don't believe in sin
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But maybe I'll begin
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A vagrant evil's climbing up my skin
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The shadows from last week
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Are dancing in the street
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In homage to the darkness closing in
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It's hard to say what's different each new morning
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I need some clue to tell me when or where
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But it seems I must believe
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Night wears it on its sleeve
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A warning that the time's come to prepare . . .
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I owe so much to someone
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I've watched her teardrops fall
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Like wings that melted reaching for the sun
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I need her to be near
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To clarify the dangers
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I didn't come this far to die with strangers
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I can't explain exactly what I'm saying
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But you're the only reason I still care
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But things become so clear
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When the spider licks her tears
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A warning that the time's come to prepare . . .
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I beg you not to leave me
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With these warnings in the air . . .
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I never thought I'd say it
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But for once I'm truly scared
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We create every lie
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In order to survive
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To mirror all the terror in our souls
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With nothing left to steal
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Lies make our lives seem real
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It slows down all the madness like a shield
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I don't know why I need to understand it
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I don't know if there's anyone who cares
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I don't know how or why
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It could be something in the sky
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That makes it seem it's best to be prepared . . .
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I don't know where it will be
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Two by land . . . One by sea
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Sleep with one eye open
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Be prepared
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The spectres ride the stallions of my ruin
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The shifting of my blood tell me it's soon . . .
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I don't know how
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Or why . . . it could be
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Something in the sky
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That makes it seem the time says to beware
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Little boy,
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Looking at the sky,
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Tell me what you see?
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Little boy
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Looking at the sky,
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Tell me what you see???
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Still Life
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| Jim Carroll |
