| The last time that I saw her
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| She was standing in the rain
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| With her overcoat under her arm
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| Leaning on a horsehead cane
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| She said, «Carl, take all the money»
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| She called everybody Carl
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| My spirit’s broke, my mind’s a joke
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| And getting up’s real hard
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| Don’t you know her when you see her?
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| She grew up in your backyard
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| Come back to us
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| Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
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| Selling bibles at the airports
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| Buying Quaaludes on the phone
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| Hey, you talk about a paper route
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| She’s a shut-in without a home
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| God save her, please, she’s nailed her knees
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| To some drugstore parking lot
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| Hey, Mr. Brown, turn the volume down
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| I believe this evening’s shot
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| Don’t you know her when you see her?
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| She grew up in your backyard
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| Come back to us
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| Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
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| Can’t you picture her next Thursday?
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| Can you picture her at all
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| In the Hotel Boulderado at the dark end of the hall?
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| I gotta shake myself and wonder why she even bothers me
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| For if heartaches were commercials, we’d all be on TV
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| Don’t you know her when you see her?
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| She grew up in your backyard
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| Come back to us
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| Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard |