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I thought we'd escape I packed a fishin' line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishin' line and counted on it But dreamin' is for moon rise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose, rose seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But it's the end of me I thought it could change I'd wake up one mornin' and find nothin' to rearrange I couldn't get there Behind his wall of Sunday papers (I thought it could change) I'd wake up one mornin' and find nothin' to rearrange But dreamin' is for moon rise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose, rose seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And it's the end of me And here I am Here I am And here I stand Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand Here I am A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand Here I am