In the middle of the night
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Comes a knockin' at my door
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There's a limousine outside
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And I know who it's for
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And I've heard it being read
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And I heard it being said
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Oh that the comfort in your head
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And I wonder if it doesn't create
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A sense of shame
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In the middle of the night
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Comes a knockin' at my door
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There's a limousine outside
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And I know who it's for
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And you're leaning on your will in your heart
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As you walk to the top of the hill
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And you hope the will in your mind
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Does not jump from the edge to decline
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With a sense of shame
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It was a time before the last
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And we did not give up
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And I threw you on the ground
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And we did not get up
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And I don't know why
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And I don't know why
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But the tears in your eyes
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It made me want to cry
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With a sense of shame
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It was a time before the last
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We did not make up
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And I threw you on the ground
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And we did not get up
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But I don't know why
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And I don't know why
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There's something in your eyes
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It made me want to cry
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With a sense of shame
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You meet me heather deep
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I bury your heart on my knees
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All the time
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In the middle of the night
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Comes a knockin' at my door
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There's a limousine outside
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And I know who it's for
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In The Middle Of the Night
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| Martha Wainwright |
