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The Violet Hour lyrics
terraces that climb like vines
towards the moon
the five a sides
the evening inter-city lights
I see your face each time I close my eyes
Jude I told you yesterday that I know nothing
all my friends are loaded & they smile
picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
exhaust fumes, magnolias & light
Helen in the art-class light
yes I guess that if I stay, Ill stay all night
& I know that youre not afraid
but every time I close my eyes I see your face
walking down to Springfield Park uneasy in the haze
uneasy in the sunlight & the quiet
living life without love in your mothers waiting room
minute here by minute its like dying
terraces that climb like vines
towards a moon that hangs above another night
& streets so filled with echoing
youre so tired that you believe in everything
so that summer came & went & I became cold
yeah I became cold
yeah I became cold
so that summer came & went & I became cold
yeah I became cold
ah I became cold
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