Ain't no love
Ain't no sun
Since my lover's gone
Only black skies remain
Under new blue
They tell me
I'll find a good love
Kind and loyal love
But they don't
Oh no they don't know
Ain't no love
Ain't no sun
Since my baby's gone away

I ain't gonna wait up
No I ain't gonna stay up
'cause he turned all the lights off
When he left that day

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And since that day
Only black skies
Cold lifeless black skies
Come my way

There's a feeling I get sometimes when I'm driving alone.
It’s that moment when you almost think you're soaring;
when the car is gone and it’s just you, moving, flying.
That small taste of freedom when all you want
is to go to faraway places;
to befriend strangers;
to try everything.

My greatest fear;
my fate worse than death;
is that one day I will be driving alone,
just a few miles above the speed limit,
and I won't taste freedom.

Falsehoods and fantasies                                                  

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                                                            ­                 Flirtations with romance and psychology

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Never-ending battles with self-inclinations                                                ­                                

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                                                        Here­’s hoping you’ll make it

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Here’s hoping I’ll survive                                                  

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                                                            ­      All your not-so world-weary sighs

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Every little thing                                  

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                                                      You never thought to bring

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And all the little pieces                                                

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      ­                                           You’d never leave behind

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Will find you, one day lost in your mind                                                             ­           

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                                                 ­         Sometimes madness ravages

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Carrying and clawing ****** ties                                                             ­   

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                                                         ­               But ours is more substance, less wave

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Poets and martyrs and murderers and mystics                                                          ­                            

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                                                            ­            Dig softly at the veins of your eyes

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Following the fortune and favoring the plain                                                            ­                          

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                                                            ­           If you ever wanted real catastrophe

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You’d never find it without me                                                               ­ 

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                                                           ­  I never wanted to free my mind

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Those things never change                                                    

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  ­                                                                 ­                             After all its only bodies that feel the rust of chains

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And so my madness wavers and falls to its knees                                                            ­                                    

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                        ­                                                          No man ever married Christened chastity

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Without the fleeting hearts of broken wings                                                            ­                        

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                                                    Let me cling or let me go

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Madness in red is nothing if not me

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Few places give me roots                                                                    
Like standing in the torrent
                                                                    Clinging to love like thunder

Seldom do I feel complacency                                                                    
The many ways I do now
                                                                    Running from love in the sun

You are a welcoming glance                                                                    
I never want to grow or lose
                                                                    Uprooted and un-planted

This is the path I painfully chose                                                                    
I am so sorry but I've never
                                                                    Been anybody's red, red rose

.
. .
. . .
Laughing too hard

As I usually do
Leaves me wanting

To cry too hard

For all those times
I was hurting from

Trying too hard
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