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from the desert To Las Vegas We filled our cups and lit one up The snow began to burn Maybe We were made We were made for each other Is it possible

the desert to Las Vegas We filled our cups, and lit one up The snow began to burn Oh, Oh maybe, we were made We were made for each other Ahh, is

I feel your racing heart My liquid silver arms extended These waves aren't far apart Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging I am fire, where's my form

break bread not bone. i thought you wanted to know. break bread not bone. i think i'll find my way home. give my love to the paint and the frames and

After tonight I just can't be alone I'm driving home beneath the stoplights They're holding me in suspense. But that's just the way it is I guess For

friday night and the city's cold, im never gonna make it out of here. just one more laugh and then the joke gets old and all our words are fucking insincere

An angel came down one night to the earth A mission from God, to find out the worth Of everything that His children had done Since that winter night the

In an old city bar That's never too far From the places that gather The dreams that have been In the safety of night With its old neon light It beckons

Christmas time on a cold December morning All is calm and the world is still asleep Christmas lights that have been caught without warning Gently glitter