The ponies run, the girls are young,
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The odds are there to beat.
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You win a while, and then it뭩 done ?
Your little winning streak.
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And summoned now to deal
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With your invincible defeat,
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You live your life as if it뭩 real,
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A Thousand Kisses Deep.
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I뭢 turning tricks, I뭢 getting fixed,
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I뭢 back on Boogie Street.
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You lose your grip, and then you slip
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Into the Masterpiece.
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And maybe I had miles to drive,
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And promises to keep:
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You ditch it all to stay alive,
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A Thousand Kisses Deep.
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And sometimes when the night is slow,
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The wretched and the meek,
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We gather up our hearts and go,
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A Thousand Kisses Deep.
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Confined to sex, we pressed against
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The limits of the sea:
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I saw there were no oceans left
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For scavengers like me.
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I made it to the forward deck.
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I blessed our remnant fleet ?
And then consented to be wrecked,
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A Thousand Kisses Deep.
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I뭢 turning tricks, I뭢 getting fixed,
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I뭢 back on Boogie Street.
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I guess they won뭪 exchange the gifts
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That you were meant to keep.
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And quiet is the thought of you,
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The file on you complete,
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Except what we forgot to do,
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A Thousand Kisses Deep.
|
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And sometimes when the night is slow,
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The wretched and the meek,
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We gather up our hearts and go,
|
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
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The ponies run, the girls are young,
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The odds are there to beat...
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A Thousand Kisses Deep
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| Leonard Cohen |
