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TOM WAITS >> Merchandise Links
TOM WAITS
on a foggy night, an abandoned road in a twilight mirror mirage with no indication of a service station or an all night garage, I was misinformed I was misdirected cause the interchange never intersected leaving me marooned beneath a bloodshot moon all upon a foggy night, on a foggy night an abandoned road, in a blurred brocade collage, is that a road motel? I can't really tell, is that what you might call some kind of a vacancy lodge cause there's no consolation, what kind of situation to be aimlessly skewed amidst a powder blue? no tell tail light clue spun like the spell you spin this precarious pandemonium I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night all upon a foggy night on a foggy night
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