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Irene

Oh Irene I know you’re home, won’t you please come out? For hours on your cold front lawn, searching for your light


I remember when we ran through a field of roses But winter time has killed them off and the fields have turned to dust


Oh Irene you took my hand, then you stole my heart But now you won’t show me your face, we’re now before the start


I remember we drove your car, drunk on love and wine We took the apex way to fast and our bodies flew for a time


When I awoke your head was turned, your body lay next to mine So I closed my eyes and in my head ran through a field of roses


Oh Irene I know you’re home, won’t you please come out? For hours on your cold front lawn, searching for your light

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