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She cam to and her |
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Whole life was how she remembered it |
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She had a mouth full of fur |
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And she was laughing |
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She parked her hearse across |
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Three spaces posted for motorcycles only |
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And jumped out shouting |
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What the cus could make a nice girl like us |
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Feel so lonely? |
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Are you weary as water |
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In a faucet left dripping |
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With an incessant sadness |
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Like a sad record skipping |
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And an ugly and ornery |
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And shadowy dread |
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Lurking like a troll under the bridge |
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Between your heart and your head |
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Please dumb blind kind sir |
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Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas |
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She's been a real good girl |
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But now she's stuck here |
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The world is so little and still |
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Mysterious and ominious as ever before |
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Like an unmarked bottle full of pills |
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On the shelf right next to the ting |
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You were reaching for |
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Swing the groove 'round here |
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Where I can reach it |
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When I get my ass back on track |
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I'm gonna need it |
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Swing shift til I get the money |
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To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey |
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Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices |
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Inside my head |
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That follow me to bed and say |
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You suck.. blah blah blah |
