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Devil's TriangleOne more animal
One more vegetable
One more loss of motor
One more falling for
One more silent shows
Swimming in the devil's triangle
One more wad of it, well
Gotta Know NowI saw you standing in the doorway in the corner
Of the room where I observed you looking out the kitchen window
I wanna throw my arms around you like a lonely hidden dirge (?)
Marijuana smoke is blowing out the screen door
Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up
Let me down, let me stay, let me know
Let me hear, let me see, let me sigh
Ripped In NovemberA suntanned hand waves you through
The borders are heavily guarded
You can't sleep, you can't stay awake
The lights change
Everyone waits
You might not escape this golden state
The monster speaks at you
Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My HandJan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street
We sit outside and argue all night long