Night Raid

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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There's a picture of Jesus lying in his mother's arms
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Shuttered windows, cars humming on the €…street €…below
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The fountain throbbed €…in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
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We checked into room thirty-three, well well
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You were a runaway flake of snow
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You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah I know
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Sitting on the edge of the bed clicking your shoes
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I slid my little songs out from under you


[Chorus]
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And we all rose from our wonder
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We would never admit defeat
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And we leaned out of the window
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As the rain fell on the street, on the street

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[Verse 2]
                                      C          G
They were just a sigh released from a dying star
                                         C    G
They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah I know
                                          C
They annexed your insides in a late night raid
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We sent down for drinks and something to eat
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The cars humming in the rain on the street below
                                              C   G
A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
                                        C    G
The spurting font of creativity, yeah I know
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Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair
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And Jesus lying in his mother's arms
                        C       G
Just so up on the wall, just so


[Chorus]
                            C      G
And we all rose up from our wonder
                       C
We would never admit defeat
       G                        C
And we leaned out of the window
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And watched the horses in the street, in the street
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In room thirty-three, yeah
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Yeah, I know