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An old one for good measure.

I saw you last friday
you picked up your guitar
and sang the soul right from my shoes
you broke my heart and fixed it all in the same breath
with your eyes of fire ice and fate
you captured me
now I can't sleep

beautiful long dark hair
you stole my love
and I don't even know your name

now, maybe I am just in awe
maybe I am just like everybody else
you probably
most likely
do this to everybody.....
you travel bar to bar
and night to night
you steal the eyes of men
taking their souls

you're used to this, I know
you get it every night
but please baby please
give me back my soul
that you sang away
to the heavens.