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   She cries out to me
   That sad beseechment
   Quiet sublime
   Like Miles’ soft horn
   On Flamenco Sketches
 "Come home to me
   Come home to me
   In the quiet whisper
   Of a warm summers night”
   …Cause you know
   “I was a pencil tip away
   From doing something stupid”
   But all those little white lies
   “They keep me up nights”
   Say what you will baby
   (And feed the rumors to the mill)
   Because I’m two drinks away
   From proving everything you’ve
   Ever said about me
   (But just keep talking baby, just keep talking)
   Cause come last call
   I’m coming clean
   (So what do you want to hear?)
   “She was a friend of a friend”
   Twice removed
   Or that we…

   “Fucked in the bathroom?”
   (But just keep talking precious, just keep talking)
   Cause I’m not the one with something to prove
   (What are you trying to?...)
   Life is full of disappointments
   I’m no different
   So what are you trying to prove?
   (Cause the truth will…)
   Cause the truth is,
   I can hold out much longer than you.