Miami/I Saw the Devil

Seven weeks have passed
Since I saw Miami last
She was searchin' for her mind
In a glass of cherry wine
But these things they make no sense
I must confess
She moved here from new hampshire
And I'm pretty damn sure
She'll be headed home real soon
Shortly after she leaves you
Sha la la la la, la la la

She combs her hair
Packs her things
But where that Miami goes,
Well, I don't know
She takes it slow

Been lookin' at
Magazines and photographs
But I never caught a glimpse
Of Miami's sweet red lips
At the train station she waits
She's ready to leave
(Another city)
Where she can tell a thousand lies, for which her eyes are a disguise
But one thing moves to the next
Better pay your last respects
Sha la la la la, la la la

She combs her hair
Packs her things
But where that Miami goes
I don't know
She comes and goes



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Sorensen
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