Stumbling past your house baby
At the break of the day
I thought I saw your silhouette
Dancing cross the shade
And I went down to the mission
I called and called your name
Till an angel with a face like yours
Came down and let me in
I thought I saw your reflection
In a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture
On an old broken TV
I swear it was you
Staring back at me
I heard soldier's voices
By the city gate
There were junkies lying on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you on a mirror
I chopped you into lines
Over some old kitchen sink
I swore I'd let you die
At the break of the day
I thought I saw your silhouette
Dancing cross the shade
And I went down to the mission
I called and called your name
Till an angel with a face like yours
Came down and let me in
I thought I saw your reflection
In a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture
On an old broken TV
I swear it was you
Staring back at me
I heard soldier's voices
By the city gate
There were junkies lying on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you on a mirror
I chopped you into lines
Over some old kitchen sink
I swore I'd let you die
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