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Lyrics
In a ritualized diversion,
she turns their heads like cream.
Wearing quiet grace like bordem,
she grins a playful dampened dream,
But Dawn was bound to break,
I pity the love she leaves.
How pretty, the love she leaves.
She tears the wallflowers down.
The pretty punks come dancing round and round.
She says, "Keep me dancing still,
That I may stay a sober man,
While others drink their fill."
And she knows just when to quit,
"There, there, my sweet, our love will keep."
And she gives it up again and again.
All's fair in tangled hair
and lucid dreams
my darling, dear.
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