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Derailment At Six Flags - Hanalei
Dawn found your room
It found me found in you
At seven A M bandage those wounds
In blankets and booze
You've got a face just like religion
You've got arms that feel like home
You've got those beautiful bright blue eyes
Bearing stitches loosely sewn
So sleep tight unseen prophet
May your sweetest dreams come true
It's a cold walk down milwaukee ave
And the streets are silently praising you
Now all those radio romance tunes are making too much sense
Striking those slow achy chords beneath my ribs
There is a siren song fever stuck in my head
You got me good and I want you bad
There were movies to talk through
There was an old couch to share
And now there are other ears for your politics
And other eyes from my stares
You've got one more acquaintance
One more how have you been
No more praying on your phone calls
No more butterflies and no more bends
So sleep tight unseen prophet
May your sweetest dreams come true
It's a cold walk down milwaukee ave
And the streets are silently praising you
Now all those radio romance tunes are making too much sense
Striking those slow achy chords beneath my ribs
There is a siren song fever stuck in my head
You got me good and I want you bad
When dawn finds your room
It'll find me lost in you
