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Mike Doughty

I hear the bells down in the canyon It?s snow in New York, some blue December I?m gone to the moon about you, girl And I?m calling to you throughout the

Oh, in the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey Stony lonesome I call home In the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that

All them tremendous brunettes around All them tremendous brunettes All them tremendous brunettes around Slow down, don?t fuck with my high I want to

My circus train pulls through the night Full of lions and trapeze artists I?m done with elephants and clowns I want to run away and join the office Aimless

That Cuban girl that brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide and sweet as well And now relentless hours

All my life I've been slow and senseless Not struck dumb, I'm just dumb that's all But I can give you the constellations Lay down here and we'll count

Sunken-eyed girl in the sandwich shop Ladle my soup from the kettle pot, so Swoony my self with the smolder looks Parsin' that gaze for the right intention

She got on the train out in cold cos cob the air turned to music just as she walked on she was super smart and she was sensible heirloom pearls on clavicles

Down and without grace Well, I searched you out in every face On the crowded crooked blue streets I don't know how you put the ache in me And I confess