It's so dark in my home
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With this world I live alone
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Whiskey sour in my sunrise
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In my head like a silver eyes
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In the cantina
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Sun-drenched arena
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I'm here sleeping
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In the sparkle-silver
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And now my home is cantina
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The home in a sea-foam
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In her warm sea-foam washes
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All I love is now ashes
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Windows show by shore
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All my life
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I've been fighting and crying asleep at night
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All my life
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Oh, his mother dead, her brother dead
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Daughters and lovers dead to this world
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So their home is a cantina
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In her warm sea-foam washes
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When all your love will be ashes
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Out the dark stormy window
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Whiskey sour at my nightfall
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All my life
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I've been fighting and crying asleep at night
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All my life
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Oh, to be young and safe, safe back home
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Joe sat up around for me and my friends
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A cantina
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In The Cantina
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| Jeff Buckley |
