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Clientele The The Violet Hour

please don't say a thing it's so simple just to let it all begin & I bend my head to kiss your lips again & stoop to touch your hand it's half past eight

it's dark & it's a long way down she said as she lay her head on the pillow I took one step back & I retired to evening & the movie made me feel as

& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home to the west coast & the Clerk Street morning haunted by the figures of your friends but if you get too tired

so wake up & smell the scent on your skin the night breathes easily, the subway's wind carries me back, brings me all the way back in here's a car that

talking with your friends another night well I guess I'll love you when you're tired I'll love you when you're tired & evening in the schoolrooms &

on a night like this you can't brush away all the faces in the street I've got so much longing in my heart I can't even sleep darling there's a thick