Caricatures of your wrecking ball Down in my mind all the timeI wanna be in that damsel-patterned alleyWhere you go for a smokeAnd sorrow slow dancesThe phones are lining upTaking no chancesClose but never close enoughBeen watching cowboy filmsOn gloomy afternoonsTinting the solitudePut on your dancing shoesAnd show me what to doI know you've got the movesAll my own stuntsHiding has changed its tuneLinking arms, syncing heartsAnd sorrow slow dancesAround the edges of her eyesTaking no chancesThe last one out to win a prizeBeen watching cowboy filmsOn gloomy afternoonsTinting the solitudePut on your dancing shoesAnd show me what to doI know you've got the moves
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