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the heat is so greatit plays tricks with the eyeit turns the road to waterand then from water to skyand there's a crack in the concrete floorand it starts at the sinkthere's a bathroom in a gas stationand i've locked myself in it to thinkand back in the citythe sun bakes the trash on the curbthe men are pissing in doorwaysand the rats run in herdsi've got a dream of your facethat scares me awakei put too much on my tableand now i got too much a stakeand i might let you off easyyeah i might lead you oni might wait for you to look for meand then i might be gonewhere i come from and where i'm goingand i'm lost in betweeni might go up to that phone boothand leave a veiled invitation on you machineand you'll stop me, won't youif you've heard this one beforethe one where i surprise youby showing up at your front doorsaying 'let's not ask what's next,or how, or why'i am leaving in the morningso let's not be shythe door opens, the room wincesthe housekeeper comes in without a warningand i squint at the muscular motel ladysays 'hey good morning'and she jumps, her keys jingleand she leaves as quick as she came inand i roll over and taste the pillow with my grinwell, the sheets are twisted and tangledand the heat is so greatand i swear i can feel the mattresssinking underneath your weightoh sleep is like a feverand I'm glad when it endsand the road flows like a riverand pulls me around every bendand you'll stop me, won't you...the heat is so greatit plays tricks with the eyeit turns road to waterand water to skyand there's a crack in the concrete floorand it starts at the sinkthere's a bathroom in a gas stationand i've locked myselfin it to thinkand you'll stop me, won't you...
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