Oh you speak the words
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Locked in my breast
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But it's late for me
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Let an old man rest
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One more black and tan on the barricade
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To keep me safe from loving
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes
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To the cold flame of the Northern Lights
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes
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And I see you still in the shuttered night
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What a newfound friend is honesty
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To see ourselves as others see
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To see the shy boy inside the man
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Is that all I am, just starved of loving?
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes
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To the cold flame of the Northern Lights
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes
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And I see you still in the shuttered night
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Burns' Supper
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| Linda Ronstadt |
