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Step off the train, walking down your street again
Passed your door, but you don’t live there anymore
It’s years since you’ve been there, and now you’ve disappeared somewhere
Like outta space, you’ve found some better place

And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, oh, like the deserts miss the rain

Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead
And everyone, would walk behind where you would run
I look up at your house, I can almost hear you shout down to me, where I always used to be

And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain

Back on the train, I ask why did i come again?
Can I confess? I’ve been hanging around your old address
Years have proved, to offer nothing since you’ve moved
You’re long gone, I can’t move on

And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, yeah, like the deserts miss the rain, i miss you

I step off the train, I’m walking down your street again
Passed your door, but you don’t live there anymore
It’s years since you’ve been there, and now you’ve disappeared somewhere
Like outta space, you’ve found some better place

And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, yeah, like the deserts miss the rain, I miss you
And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, yeah, like the deserts miss the rain, deserts miss the rain
(like the deserts miss the) like the deserts miss the rain
like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, yeah, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain…….

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In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’
‘IT’S BITTER — bitter,’ he answered,
‘But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because IT’S MY HEART.

― Stephen Crane, The Complete Poems of Stephen Crane

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“Pretty woman, walking down the street; pretty woman, the kind I like to meet; pretty woman, I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth. No one could look as good as you…”

Roy Orbison – Pretty Woman

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