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All of the stage names evaporate And it's just a blood flushed and heart rushing rates Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late To be far too dear or too cut rate Hold my hand again like at the lake Hold that mirror babe, up to my face Hear the whippoorwill Am I breathing still? A Hollywood Babylon bikeathon for break dancers All broken down in their beds Now intravenously fed From a bag hanging over their heads Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say? ?Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass So take this thin broken down circus clown Reject and give her the name of a queen Don't I know her from the mezzanine? She didn't look like no princess to me But with the proper words bestowed And with her morning shoot, her evening clothes Don't call her a prostitute, well, she ain't one of those Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze --- Title Track - Okkervil River