i thought i felt her ghost again last night
and i kept a fire burning through the morning light
you, early morning diner on the neon range
you, you drove away as it began to rain

twenty months of feedin´ off original sin
ain´t shut the door blown open by what should have been

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and time´s been like a dog that begs
and i find it´s needin´ to be fed
guardian angel rise, pull me out of my disguise
and shut the door behind on the dirty neon times

i became an island on a social sea
and i let someone take my shores occasionally
wine, good weed and cigarettes assured they´d leave
fine, fine women all but i could not receive

twenty months of feedin´ off original sin
ain´t shut the door blown open by what should´ve been

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´cause to condemn her now don´t make no sense at all
like taxis in the backwoods, like striptease at the mall
you hit a wall

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