[Intro]
                

[Verse 1]
              
Now should you

             
 expect to see

              
 something tha

  
t you hadn't s

een
           
In somebody yo

              
u've known sin

   
ce you were si

xteen?
            
If love is a b

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olt from the b

lue,
             
Then what is a

            
 bolt but a gl

orified screw
             
That doesn't h

      
old nothing to

gether?

[Verse 2]
              
Far from these

             
 nonsense bars

     
 and their now

here music
           
It's making me

            
 sick and I kn

ow it's making

 you sick
             
There's nothin

              
g there, it's 

    
like eating ai

r
             
It's like drin

              
king gin with 


nothing else i

n
             
And that doesn

             
't hold me tog

ether

[Chorus]
             
But for one cr

      
owded hour
             
You were the o

#            
nly one in the

 
 room
             
I sailed aroun

            
d all those bu


mps in the nig

ht
             
To your beacon

        
 in the gloom
            
I thought I ha

           
d found my gol

den September
             
In the middle 

              
of that purple

 
 June
             
But one crowde

  
d hour
             
Would lead to 

            
my wreck and r

uin

[Verse 3]
              
I know you lik

             
e your boys wh

             
o take their m


edicine
           
From the bowl 

              
with their sil

    
ver spoon
             
Who'd run away

              
 with the dish

     
 and scale the

 fish
             
By the silvery

              
 light of the 


moon
         
Who were taugh

t from the wom

b
             
To believe to 

              
the tune, that

             
 as far as the

              
ir bleeding ey

   
es see
       
It's a pleasur

e pen meant fo

r them,

built for them

, rent for the

m
            
Not for the li

       
kes of me
              
They're not fo

             
r the likes of

         
 you and me

[Chorus]
             
And for one cr

      
owded hour
             
You were the o

#            
nly one in the

 
 room
             
I sailed aroun

            
d all those bu


mps in the nig

ht
             
To your beacon

        
 in the gloom
            
I thought I ha

           
d found my gol

den September
             
In the middle 

              
of that purple

 
 June
             
But one crowde

  
d hour
             
Would lead to 

            
my wreck and r

uin

[Bridge]
             
oh' but the gr

              
een-eyed harpy

           
 of the songla

      
nd
             
She takes into

               
 hers, my hand
             
And she says, 

#            
'boy, I know y

          
ou're lying
         
... oh, but th

         
en so am I"
             
And to this I 

          (
said 'oh well.

'

[Instrumental]
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Now put me in 

              
a cage full of

            
 lions, I'll l

              
earn to speak 


lion
             
In fact I know

              
 the language 

   
well
            
I picked it up

            
 while I was v

ersing myself
             
In the languag

              
e they speak i

  
n hell
              
That night the

           
 silence gave 

           
birth to a bab

y
             
They took away

             
 through the s

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ilent display
             
And they raise

             
d it to be a l

ady
             
Now she can't 

              
keep her mouth

 
 shut

[Chorus]
             
And for one cr

      
owded hour
             
You were the o

#            
nly one in the

 
 room
             
And I sailed a

              
round all thos

  
e bumps in the

 night
             
To your beacon

        
 in the gloom
            
I thought I ha

           
d found my gol

den September
             
In the middle 

              
of that purple

 
 June
             
But one crowde

  
d hour
             
Would lead to 

            
my wreck and r

uin

[Chorus]
             
Yes and one cr

      
owded hour,
             
You were the o

#            
nly one in the

 
 room
             
And I played a

              
 few songs to 

      
those bumps in

 the night
             
In fact I play

             
ed this very t

une
            
You said, "wha

              
t is this six-

         
stringed instr

ument
             
But   adolesce

     
nt ruin?"
             
And one crowde

  
d hour
             
Would lead to 

            
my wreck and r

uin

             
Yes and one cr

      
owded hour
             
Would lead to 

             
my wreck and r


uin
             
Oh, and one cr

      
owded hour
             
Would lead to 

             
my wreck and r

 
uin