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Clean up, sister |
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You're blowing smoke up your mind |
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When all she sees is winter falling |
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She's by herself |
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No one know her name |
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Even in the mean time |
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She calls herself a madness |
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And you see her |
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And it's sunny outside |
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And she makes no effort |
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Oh, she's paranoid |
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Wake up, sister |
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You're half asleep in your eyes |
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When all she needs is a little help from |
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She's checking out California rays |
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And even in the mean time |
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She calls herself a madness |
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Can you see her |
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And it's sunny outside |
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And she makes no effort |
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Oh, she's paranoid |
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She's cold |
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Her conversation's dull |
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Her mind's a mess |
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I guess I have a chance |
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Goodbye, sister |
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I'll see you sometime around |
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When all she knows is waving out goodbye |
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Can you see her |
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And it's sunny outside |
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And she makes no effort |
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Oh, she's paranoid |
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The final thought |
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I had was of |
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The one I saw |
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Walk out the door |