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I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
Singing for you darlin' in the same old way I first saw you
The last time I was in the back of a cop car I fell in love
Watchin' your red dress fall to the floor
Corner pocket at 12 AM
I'm undressing you in my head, my bed
Let's get some candles burnin' And some records turnin'
And the only thing I wanna do is find a spot Stop this car and throw it in park and get just Slow dance with you
My face on a cold window trying to sober up
I can still recall the words you said to me back then
All the lights down low take it nice and slow
But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk
Hoping for a slow song to come on the radio now
Midnight into morning with you
And if you leave just give me one more night
Let's lay in the dead grass Stare at the stars
So I've been thinkin' we need A little time alone
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
So whatcha say we cancel our plans? Tonight, I'm only gonna be your man
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far
Getting close to you Making the most of whatever we got
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
The way your body's movin' Keep doin' what you're doin' To me all night long
Let's just leave here 'Cause there's nothing left to see
Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
Writin' our love song
Love that look in your eye
And I still see you walking away And I tried to say I'm sorry
But she won't believe you When you fall down on your knees
We were more than friends from the start
Even if it's just a slow dance in a parking lot
I'm saving you from sharing All the things that I've been through
The things you're looking for Are the things I'll never be
And I don't care what song comes next I'm falling right here,
Let the passion take us to a higher place Makin' the kind of love we make
Cause there's no one That you'll find that's quite like me
"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"
Ain't nobody get you like I do
What I'd give to have you back and in my arms again
Well, there ain't no way, baby To get me out this house When you look this good
"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"
Girl, I wonder, should we make another mistake?
She's wearing an old dress
And I couldn't find the words to make you stay
Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back
Next to me tonight That's the ecstasy I like
And do you want to take my broken heart?
Don't get me wrong No I don't want to hurt you
And I tried to keep you wrapped in my arms
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
So listen to me girl You're just wasting precious time
Hiding all my feelings in the dark
I'd change that in a heartbeat just to feel your body
And I still see your fingerprints Running across my frostbit skin
You think you know me so well Who gave you the lowdown
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Late at night on July 13th, 1972, an unknown person entered the University of Manchester’s Library and violently smashed the plate glass top of an exhibition case, stealing the contents. Inside was one of the most famous, most valuable books in existence: the library’s near-perfect edition of one of Shakespeare’s First Folios. This theft is the most mysterious of all the stolen First Folios. More than fifty years have passed, and this First Folio—one of the 750 printed in 1623 and of the estimated 232 known copies across the globe today—is still missing...
...It is worth meditating on the language of seduction and magic all these fans of Shakespeare attribute to the First Folio, no matter their personal feelings. As it stands, the First Folios have become a kind of “commodity fetish” in Western culture, to use Adam G. Hooks description. Zachary Lesser, similarly, describes this phenomenon as “foilolatry” (i.e. idolatry of folio). Take, for example, the story of Edwin Forrest’s copy, which he preserved in a glass case only for it to burn to ashes in a fire shortly after his death. The fragments of this First Folio are preserved in a sarcophagus in the rare book library at the University of Pennsylvania. Hooks writes of this incident, “Even in ashes…Shakespeare’s power is preserved.”
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