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Kelly left her front light on |
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I came around |
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Her tree blew over |
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I shook her branches down |
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The wind and I, we howled around her door |
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Now there's a buckle in the sky. Iightning on the shore |
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And a face reflected in a puddle on the floor |
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Nobody knows the darkness of Kelly's blues |
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How they turn in on her, how they let her bad side loose |
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How thin must she grow in this cold and dirty room? |
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How can I put it in between words? |
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Kelly, come on out of the gloom |
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Now her window frame is banging in the sea breeze |
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Her tabby cat is crying as it rubs itself up against my knees |
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Her typewriter keys chatter as my fingers freeze |
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Her lines are down, her phone is dead |
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Kelly's car is rusting in my back shed |
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How can I put it in between words? |
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Kelly, come on out of the gloom |
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How can I put it in between words? |
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Nobody knows the darkness of Kelly's blues |
