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He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill |
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She'll never love him but knows that her father will |
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Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her |
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Breast never dries when he's hungry |
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The money came and she died in her rockin' chair |
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The window wide and the rain in her braided hair |
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A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle |
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Like a hymn to the house she was makin' |
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Blind and whistlin' just around the corner and there's a |
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Wind that is whisperin' somethin' |
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Strong as hell but not hickory rooted |
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She kissed him once 'cause he gave her a cigarette |
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And turned around but he waits like a turned down bed |
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And summer left like her walkin' with another and a |
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Sound of a church bell ringin' |
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The money came and he died like a butterfly |
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A buried star and the haze of the city lights |
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A gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the |
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Blue feathered wing, we were lucky |
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Blind and whistlin' just around the corner and there's a |
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Wind that is whisperin' somethin' |
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Strong as hell but not hickory rooted |
