Paroles Comfort Inn de Lewis & Clarke

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I am the reason that you run
Piss drunk with the one,
Giving faith to you
You say you drank her eyes like wine
They played like violins,
Led you to the truth
The medium she paints with
Has blossomed in your eyes
Like the freedom songs
That slaves sang
To drown away their cries
She's taken your heart from you

The city it holds a certain smell
Gets trapped inside your lungs,
Gives you peace of mind
She holds a piece of your mind
And says you'll have it back
If you stay with her awhile
The harpist chord she plays,
She plays without a miss
You have felt nothing like it
Since the days that we were kids
The art of confusion
Kept our feelings hid
She has opened you up somehow

Now your drink doesn't call your name
You have given up destruction
For a brand new game
She's leaving for the heavens
You'd better catch her if you can

Some images are sure to shake you up
Blessed is the man
Who hasn't had enough
I am sure you will try
And press your luck
But she will bring you down,
From the ninth cloud to the ground
She will write you sonnets
On a napkin stained with kicks
You'll say you haven't got yours,
She will show you what you've missed
And point to a man in the corner,
Clenching his fists
Wasting his life away

You will feel better if you sleep
The sandman's heroin
Will bring you deep
She will be waiting there for you
To take your withered hands,
And in her hands she'll keep
She will tell you stories
Of those singers in her day
Before those fakers came
And took it all away
She will smile
And her eyes will seem to say
"Do you remember
When times were good?"

Nothing will ever be the same again
You will never find a closer friend
She's leaving for the station
You'd better catch her if you can
The midnight madness will eat you up
Chew you up and spit you out

She will pick you off the ground
Off the sidewalks of this town
She will take you to the river
And she'll baptize you
With her grace
You will find a cure to sadness
In the valleys of her face
She will make something of beauty
From this filthy place
And lay it by your bed.

You will feel like you've just been born
Deep inside you
There's this aching warmth
She's leaving for the city
You'd better catch her if you can

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