the hounds are running in the alley-way below
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underlining all her sins
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across the alley
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there is a rented room
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there is a girl
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I watch I watch her
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yellow cotton curtains
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the tiles are black and white
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why are you home early?
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is this another one of those nights?
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straighten up the lilacs
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straighten up your hair
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over to the mirror
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what do you see there?
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you know why he is living
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on a separate street away from you
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usually you can forget
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but tonight the hounds they get to you
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the hounds are running in the alley-way below....
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underlining all her sins
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magnets in the mirror
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usually you croon
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but tonight you are no beauty
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in your rented room
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he knows why he is living
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on a separate street away from you
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usually he can forget
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but tonight the hounds they get to him
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the mirror shows a man in a chair
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she sees him sway
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he's falling to the floor
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his lines they crack away
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who is this man?
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you know him you know him you know him
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his being is your being
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his scent is on your skin
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his mind is on your mind
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his breathing is your breathing
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so she goes to her own chair
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I see her sway
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she's falling to the floor
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her lines they crack away
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she shatters on the tiles
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like the mirror that she shatters
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like the mirror that she shadows
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the street it's night it's dark
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I cannot see too well
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but a fog descended on her room
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that much I can tell
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and every drop of water
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drew salts across her soul, Lord
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and every bead of water
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made the beaded bodies roll
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a cat stopped by to listen
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'til her breathing ceased to toil
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and on a separate street
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well, that man he ceased to moil
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yellow dawn is yellowing
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now I can see the girl
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now I can see her face
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on the tiles I see her curled
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breeze - it blows the curtains
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across the wayward tiles
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across the sleeping ones
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on separate streets - I have to smile
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they still will not understand
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why they awaken so new
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but their sleep was close to...holy
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my darlings
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we're watching over you
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across the alley
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there is a rented room
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there is a girl
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I watch I watch her
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I watch I watch her
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We watch We watch her
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Angel Voyeur
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Jane Siberry |