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Steely Dan Database: lyrics of "One in the a.m."

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One in the a.m.

One in the a.m. on the coldest night of the year
Trucking down Lexington blinking back frozen tears
Thinking on the way it was the night you finally disappeared
There are heartaches that don't quit, girl in my life you are it

You come up fast gliding past a night where not much mattered at all
Dead end kids on the skids burning up and off the wall

Psychedelic rhythm drops the DJ's pulling out the stops
Eyes locked up across the floor I followed you on out the door 

On the sidewalk standing there snowflakes nestling in your hair
I seen the cruel wind stole your light lucky I come out tonight 

Maybe you'd like to go somewhere you don't know you don't care 

Girl you're going to need a ride don't you know it's cold outside 

Little pieces little pieces
Mighty stabs and quick releases 

All that's left is little pieces 

Little pieces tiny pieces 

That's what I say that's my thesis 

Picking up on little pieces 

There are things I don't know still and other things I never will
Like for instance where you are did you get a good price for my guitar 

Was that a snarl or was that a smile when I surprised you doggy style
For the money for the fun you can't tell me stony one

Your sparkling eyes the night we met the way you smoked that cigarette 

Your doomed angelic semi-smile Mona Lisa in the sundries aisle
Candles and the Warhol prints your indestructible innocence 

Golden days and then the rest the worst as slammin' as the best 

Zero Zero Fahrenheit baby it's a bitter night 

Little pieces little pieces
Every night the count increases 

What we got here is little pieces 

Little pieces tiny pieces 

Taking off on random breezes 

All that's left is little pieces

Crack of dawn wallet gone head feels like it weighs a ton
Guess you could have slipped away most anytime in the last two days 

Records strewn across the floor you didn't even shut the door 
You're still a diamond in my eyes counterfeit or otherwise

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