i was thirteenth at the table when the wine was passed around amid an air of suspicion my glance was met with callous frowns if i was superstitious i d be the black cat nobody wants hangin round dark whispers in the hallway accusations out of bitter mouths strange figures in the doorway a dog barks a drunkard s laugh there s screaming in the kitchen a glass breaks just then that the lights go out so let the winter chase butterflies let the child believe his lies let the road run past my door i can t stay here anymore and i won t i won t turn back to see my dream burning on the side of the road cause sometimes it just goes like that falling or flying star or stone close the window i just can t hear the highway anymore lay beside me and let our fire burn until the dawn ooh ooh telephone was ringing a heavy price on the line outside a window a comet shoots across the sky between love and hope and money there s loss and pain and honey so take a spoonful every time and if you don t like what you see don t come running to me cause i m bound to my own way i m one million miles away and i won t i won t turn back see my dream burning on the side of the road cause sometimes it just goes like that falling or flying star or stone no i won t i won t turn back to see my dream burning on the side of the road cause sometimes it just goes like that falling or flying star or stone
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