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Richard Thompson Mirror Blue

I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves I took a job

Small Mac, Big Mac, burger and fries Shove `em in boxes all the same size Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce Double for the fat boy, he eats like

In my nightmare everything's wrong I'm waiting for love, but you come along You smile, you wave, you kiss me, Ciao But you seem too happy to see me somehow

Let me rock you in my arms I'll hold you safe and small A refugee from the seraphim In your rich-girl rags and all Did your dreams die young, were they

What a fool I was. What a thin disguise. Brando mumble, Mingus eyes Was a time she fell, but then she got wise Brando mumble, Mingus eyes I never had

Oh Shane and Dixie, they were two-bit crooks They wanted to be famous like you read in books Shane had the brain and Dixie had the looks for glory As

You're going to give yourself away, one of these nights Your gaze of compassion, just a little too right Your hug of encouragement's a little too tight