The bell boy brings you coffee
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There are letters from every shore
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There are flowers of the season
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Heels are capsized by the door
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You're well protected
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Cold as you must be to survive
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But I know somewhere behind your barricade
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There's a love that can be made
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And in my blood
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Your ghost is crying living tears
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And I can't switch them off
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Or turn them down or out
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You are a night flower
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You bloom as I fade
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And you drag me in deeper
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Behind your barricade
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With the love that can be made
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Behind your barricade
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Yes, and how long can I stay?
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And this addition of yourself
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You don't believe in anymore
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We'll face the chat show at 8:30
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And we'll freeze in the applause
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Who am I to argue?
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Here everybody must get paid
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May you bloom forever
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Behind your barricade
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Looking for a love that can be made
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Behind your barricade
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Yes, and how long can I stay
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Behind your barricade?
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Where true arrows seldom stray
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60 Thompson
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