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[00:14.10]She was the Rose of Sharon from paradise lost
[00:18.85]From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
[00:22.64]I was playing a show in Miami, in the theatre of divine comedy
[00:30.44]Told her 'bout Jesus, told her 'bout the rain
[00:33.54]She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
[00:37.35]By the man who had been dying' then disappeared so mysteriously
[00:44.49]Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far?
[00:48.44]Were we sniper bait? Did we follow a star
[00:52.32]To a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach
[01:00.08]Could I have been used and played as a pawn?
[01:03.72]It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
[01:07.42]Where men bathed in perfume and practised the hopes of free speech
[01:14.65]And them Caribbean winds still blow
[01:18.37]From Nassau to Mexico
[01:22.27]Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
[01:29.39]And them distant ships of liberty
[01:32.99]On them iron waves, so bold and free
[01:37.02]Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire
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[02:00.92]Sea breeze blowing, there's a hellhound loose
[02:04.89]Bringing men who have escaped from the noose
[02:08.49]Patience, faith and salvation, waiting on the night to arrive
[02:15.21]He was well-connected, but her heart was a snare
[02:19.10]And she had left him to die in there
[02:22.56]He was going down slow, just bet he's penalized
[02:30.44]The cry of the peacock, flies buzzing my head
[02:34.17]Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
[02:37.82]Street band playing, "Nearer, My God, To Thee"
[02:45.16]We met at the station where the mission bells ring
[02:48.26]She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing"
[02:52.18]"You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree"
[02:59.78]And them Caribbean winds still blow
[03:03.66]From Nassau to Mexico
[03:07.48]Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire
[03:14.37]And them distant ships of liberty
[03:18.02]On them iron waves, so bold and free
[03:22.22]Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire
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[03:45.95]Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
[03:49.35]Hear a voice crying, daddy, I always think it's for me
[03:52.89]But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
[04:00.75]Every new messenger brings an evil report
[04:03.99]'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
[04:07.52]And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearing down of the walls
[04:15.08]Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain?
[04:18.73]Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain?
[04:22.39]She had rum-brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
[04:29.66]I see the screws breaking loose, see the Devil pounding on tin
[04:33.74]I see a house in the country being torn apart from within
[04:37.68]I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far beyond
[04:44.88]And them Caribbean winds still blow
[04:48.65]From Nassau to Mexico
[04:52.46]Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
[04:59.57]And them distant ships of liberty
[05:03.16]On them iron waves, so bold and free
[05:07.27]Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire
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