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Magic in an Empty Room

She's not worried that you can't afford her 
Or about the wires buzzing with orders, 
Or with the trucks kicking dust on the borders, 
She's just scared that she might die alone. 

She's not looking for someone to hold her,
Or to repeat anything that I told her,
She'll keep quiet and keep getting bolder 
til the love whispers are lost in the stones. 

The eagles standing guard are turned sideways, 
Perched on the arches by the highway, 
Watching the sunrise across the scenic byway, 
And I know that morning didn't come here for me. 

You never thought that asking why paid 
Til you were tired of doing things my way. 
I've never seen you cry babe, 
so I don't expect a tear for me. 

All the boys you once believed in 
Are just shadows you take relief in, 
Cold blooded murders in attempts to get even 
With the hearts you can't know too soon. 

It feels good when the speakers are blaring, 
With the hot red lights burning and glaring. 
It feels good to know there's people caring, 
But there's magic in an empty room.
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