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Amelia Curran (musician)( Amelia Curran )
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Last Call
Wicked the weather can empty the heart Sunsets are poetry falling apart Pitchin' and weavin' down Gottingen Road I never loved you I know
But dance with my shadow on into the bar Midnight is marked by broken-down choirs And the red-face prophets are claimin' their fame But I don't remember their names
Morning comes like a broken-winged bird As though daylight delivers a miracle cure And here in the pink of a dangerous day Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Forgive me, forgive me, Those red-faced prophets, bartender and me.
Dancin' in riddles on top of dead dreams I kissed a sailor, said he was the sea But he never knew it from me Last call
Time is an invalid inside us all Leave all the lights on, we'll waltz out the door I never loved you, I'm sure
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