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Those dark sunglasses
Dressed in just a blue nightshirt
Please let me be your sunshine
Let me be the dirt
That dusts the souls of your
beautiful feet
So when can we meet?
I can read the secrets of your heart
I can put the meat upon your dreams
I can mend the disappointments
That are falling apart at the schemes
So when can we meet?
Under hideous hills
Behind cheap cut thrills
Sits a broken man
so unfulfilled
But he can hear your lonely,
beaten heart
He's in easy reach of your
tortured pain
So when can we meet?
I won't ask you again.
When can we meet,
So when can we meet?