.Came home from her private doctor>
Disconnected the telephone
Eyes ablaze like the northern lights
So strung out there was no one home
White line on the burning road
Rolling high, collecting maps
Shades her eyes, a classic disguise,
Rendezvous then she loves and laughs
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