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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to 
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be so quiet? 
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We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' 
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our best to deny it 
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And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to 
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defy it 
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Lights flicker from the opposite loft 
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In this room the heat pipes just cough 
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The country music station plays soft 
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But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off 
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Just Louise and her lover so entwined 
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And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind 
 
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the 
key chain 
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the 
"D" train 
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight 
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane 
Louise, she's all right, she's just near 
She's delicate and seems like the mirror 
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear 
That Johanna's not here 
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face 
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place 
 
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously 
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously 
And when bringing her name up 
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me 
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all 
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall 
How can I explain? 
Oh, it's so hard to get on 
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn 
 
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial 
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while 
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues 
You can tell by the way she smiles 
See the primitive wallflower freeze 
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze 
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze 
I can't find my knees" 
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule 
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel 
 
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care 
for him 
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go 
out and say a prayer for him" 
But like Louise always says 
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" 
As she, herself, prepares for him 
And Madonna, she still has not showed 
We see this empty cage now corrode 
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed 
The fiddler, he now steps to the road 
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed 
On the back of the fish truck that loads 
While my conscience explodes 
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain 
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain 
 
 
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Contribuição: Vitor Machado Bringel Bezerra([email protected])