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Here we go.... |
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Here we go.... |
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All I see inside my head |
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is (Gentle silent secret snow) |
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with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know. |
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No one would believe that she was running away |
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she packed up her belongings and she was gone |
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the very next day |
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Nikki was in the KKK |
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and Lisa was a Nazi too |
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they both had half a brain |
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so together they were sane |
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and looked about as smart as their shoes |
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Now Nikki got word through the underground |
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that Mona was Lisa's real name |
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She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck |
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That's about all she could (gain) |
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I'm still sleepin' in |
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The graveyard is weepin' |
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They're catching angels as they fall |
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I know you don't believe it |
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but she really should believe it |
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She fell in love with Lauren Bacall |
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(I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.) |
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No one would believe that she was running away |
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she packed up her belongings and she was gone |
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the very next day |
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Nikki never wanted any children at all |
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and Terry was Courtney's little girl |
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she turned tricks in a white trash mall |
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and shot dope with Cecil at home |
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she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun |
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she held it right up to his head |
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his glasses fell at first |
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but they were followed by a burst |
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of fiery hot balls of lead |
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Time's still sleepin' in |
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The graveyard is weepin' |
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they're catching angels as they fall |
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I know you don't believe it |
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but I really should be leaving |
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she fell in love with Lauren Bacall |
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(Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove)) |
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No one would believe that she was running away |
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she packed up her belongings and she was gone |
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the very next day |