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A little bit of smoke in the sky It's late in the evening And the end of the summer burns upon your skin Never too late to cry- You sleep with strangers I'll show you things that you've never seen Then I'll take you home Far below the city burns... They'll come as your friend and they'll warn you- About the rats in the barn Come closer and when they disarm you- They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car Cold blooded, but some like it freezing- I keep my blood in the bone Just when you've forsaken me That's when I turn my blinders on And I'll make them bleed for my baby bird... From Letras Mania