Texty: X. Los Angeles. Soul Kitchen.

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well, the clock says it's time to close now
i guess i'd better go now
i'd really like to stay here all night
the cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
street lights share their hollow glow
your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
still one place to go
still one place to go

let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
warm my mind near your gentle stove
turn me out and i'll wander, baby
stumbling in the neon groves

your fingers weave quick minarets
speak in secret alphabets
you light another cigarette
learn to forget, learn to forget, learn to forget, learn to forget

let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
warm my mind near your gentle stove
turn me out and i'll wander, baby
stumbling in the neon groves

let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
warm my mind near your gentle stove
turn me out and i'll wander, baby
stumbling in the neon groves

your fingers weave quick minarets
speak in secret alphabets
you light another cigarette
learn to forget, learn to forget, learn to forget, learn to forget

let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
warm my mind near your gentle stove
turn me out and i'll wander, baby
stumbling in the neon groves