| And so he offers her his coat
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| In return for her devotion
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| For he loves her like a boat
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| That he keeps out on the ocean
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| He says, I’ll tell you lover
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| That I don’t need no others arms at all
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| But as he fixes her a look
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| All the innocence that she mistook for charm
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| Dies in the vacuum of his startling deep emotion
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| There’s violence out tonight
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| There’s violence out tonight
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| There’s violence out tonight, tonight
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| There’s violence out tonight
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| As they step into the dark
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| Only moonlight hides his treason
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| And as the shadows skip like sharks
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| Through the gasps of air between them
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| She says, 'becalm your hands, boy
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| I thought restraint was now your sentiment of choice'
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| But as his fingers strike her blouse
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| All the words that he espoused lie deftly scattered on the ground
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| Amidst the buttons he’s torn open
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| There’s violence out tonight
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| There’s violence out tonight, tonight
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| In every room, in every heart
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| In every moment you discard
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| There’s violence out tonight, tonight
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| And so she stalks the stolid streets, debased
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| A tepid flickering of street lights
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| Wipes the grief across her face
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| Since she wears upon her brow
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| The ragged gape of alienation
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| That will follow her around
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| And like for every victim
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| It seems the pain will not subtract or even calm
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| All this protracted by a state
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| In which the poor conviction rate for rape can often leave a woman
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| Feeling more at blame than able
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| To talk about violence tonight
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| To talk about violence tonight, tonight
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| In every moment, every room
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| In every word that you consume
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| In every second, every chance
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| In every twisting of romance
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| In every momentary embrace
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| In every moment of your face
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| There’s violence out tonight, tonight |