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Dallas lets himself smoke only in the basement and with certain friends wherever they may be. When Dallas cut his deal, a percentage of the skim went to get the widow of a multi-millionaire to sign a document no lawyer would short for shrewdness. Dallas's eyes caught the richman kept alive watching brown birds at the feeder out his window his garden wonderful, well kept, and green. Dallas knew Mikal when he was fully there, when he said, "I'm the last of my line. My brother's had no children. My daughter? I'm the last of my line...with me dead, the family's gone. My line is finished." "Hey Mikal," Dallas says, "I'm telling you now the deal for me was never just money and business. It was love, it was fun, it was all in the doing." And now as the stagelights shift from purple to warm blue the backup singers alto "It's not always love. It's not always money. It's the love of the deal, the love of the doing. Oh, oh, oh." I know you love to tell me all the things you do all those bad things with all those bad men but I wish you'd stop talking about my friends I wish you'd realize that I can't take a desert and turn it into a fancy house with an indoor pool anymore without you I'm sure you found someone else to do those things I did with you. . .whatever they were. Someone's left the evidence laying around a hairclip on the bathroom shelf a few ashes in an ashtray -- a lingering aroma two sets of footprints across the carpet ticket stubs from an overseas flight sit near the phone by a burned out reading light There's no sign of a struggle, no blood, no ransom note I'm sure you found someone else to do those things I did with you. . .whatever they were. I can't play these games, I carry too much light I can't see you, not in this town, not tonight. If we could meet in some other place and time you could be her, she could be mine but I'm not cut out for this I can't remember what you just said I'm sure you found someone else to do those things I did with you . . . whatever. . . they were. |
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