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well, I stood beside the rain today |
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and twisted out my shirt |
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and she's a cooly you could say |
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when she gets down in the dirt |
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she puffs her pillow up so high |
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it's like she's hanging in the sky |
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she claims it was a crazy guy |
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who taught her how to hurt |
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yeah kept her so alert |
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I felt so under sideways down |
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when she showed me all her prints |
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I could not help but feel confused |
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when she threw that heavy hint |
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oh she pulled out all her magazines |
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she spread them out like chocolate dreams |
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her eyes were shooting dagger beams |
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she changed into her silk |
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I stood there drinking milk |
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well I could leave or stay |
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makes no difference either way |
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she said don't listen to her words |
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as if they were all dead |
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she said she never made decisions |
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but the last thing that she said |
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just before she turned the bed |
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she said well I could leave or stay |
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makes no difference either way |
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o.k. |
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well I could leave or stay |
