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[00:00.510]After a bottle or two I pull out my wallet
[00:03.938]Pull the lips back a bullet in and cock it
[00:06.905]The air smells of nectarines
[00:09.585]Gasoline a faraway missed I sea
[00:15.055]Gold flows free when I open my mouth to speak
[00:19.343]You're like a statue of a gypsy in a British square
[00:23.212]The thunder rattles my teeth
[00:26.311]Shakes orange leaves from your hair
[00:28.909]Actors gesture to a crowd of excavated bones
[00:31.909]Pause in turn roll dice of polished stones
[00:34.858]And then a shell explodes in flame
[00:39.866]It's all happening again
[00:55.800]And then you take the money like a child
[00:59.809]It's all written out
[01:02.539]You put it in a patterned purse
[01:05.578]You never had a chance anyway
[01:16.137]Up the stairs in the back of the abandoned bar
[01:19.377]Down the hall to the room the publicist and Tsar
[01:24.794]A field of flagellants kneels before a rusted truck
[01:30.301]You hand me an apple and I bless my good luck
[01:34.059]But the juice tastes raspberries and gin
[01:38.608]I ask your name and you say
[01:41.806]Well some call me Sin
[01:44.315]But I've got nipples like Georgia
[01:46.964]And a voice like France
[01:48.824]If you pick some Flamenco
[01:50.273]I'll teach you to dance
[01:53.662]I said you teach me to dance
[01:55.261]And I'll teach you to lie
[02:11.244]And then you take the money like a child
[02:15.174]It's all written out
[02:18.043]You put it in a patterned purse
[02:21.081]You never had a chance anyway
[02:45.295]Your hand is small in mine
[02:52.104]A child's smile it shines
[02:58.884]I write your life I write your life in lines
[03:05.734]Our golden arms our golden arms entwine
[03:11.284]And you shine you shine
[03:19.432]You shine you shine
[03:26.272]You shine you shine
[03:40.092]You shine
[03:42.182]Episode 15- Circe - Justin Bailey