the heat is so great
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it plays tricks with the eye
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it turns the road to water
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and then from water to sky
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and there's a crack in the concrete floor
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and it starts at the sink
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there's a bathroom in a gas station
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and i've locked myself in it to think
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and back in the city
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the sun bakes the trash on the curb
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the men are pissing in doorways
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and the rats run in herds
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i've got a dream of your face
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that scares me awake
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i put too much on my table
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and now i got too much a stake
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and i might let you off easy
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yeah i might lead you on
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i might wait for you to look for me
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and then i might be gone
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where i come from and where i'm going
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and i'm lost in between
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i might go up to that phone booth
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and leave a veiled invitation on you machine
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and you'll stop me, won't you
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if you've heard this one before
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the one where i surprise you
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by showing up at your front door
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saying 'let's not ask what's next,
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or how, or why'
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i am leaving in the morning
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so let's not be shy
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the door opens, the room winces
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the housekeeper comes in without a warning
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and i squint at the muscular motel lady
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says 'hey good morning'
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and she jumps, her keys jingle
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and she leaves as quick as she came in
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and i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin
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well, the sheets are twisted and tangled
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and the heat is so great
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and i swear i can feel the mattress
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sinking underneath your weight
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oh sleep is like a fever
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and I'm glad when it ends
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and the road flows like a river
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and pulls me around every bend
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and you'll stop me, won't you...
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the heat is so great
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it plays tricks with the eye
|
it turns road to water
|
and water to sky
|
and there's a crack in the concrete floor
|
and it starts at the sink
|
there's a bathroom in a gas station
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and i've locked myself
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in it to think
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and you'll stop me, won't you...
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Shy
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| Ani DiFranco |
