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This is the song of little jo |
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She's not the girl i used to know |
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Forever screaming all the day and night |
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She used to be a diplomat |
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But now she's down the laundromat |
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They washed her mind |
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And now she finds it hard |
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I know her name |
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But now she never seems the same |
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She don't talk to me |
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'cause she can't take no sympaty |
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Because she's highly strung |
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Oh highly strung, she's undone |
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Highly strung |
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She's stepping out upon the ledge, |
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She's got a gun against her |
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She's wired up to blow |
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The power line |
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She's walking out upon the knife |
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She'll take you to the edge of life |
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Just like the song, |
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The pressure is on again |
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I know her name |
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But now she never seems the same |
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She don't talk to me |
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'cause she can't take no sympaty |
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Because she's highly strung |
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Oh highly strung, she's undone |
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Highly strung |
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This si the song of little jo |
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She's not the girl i used to know |
